The Empty Gesture Songtext
von Helpless

We′re sowing seeds in arid ground
To please a god that we never worshiped

Blood climbs out from the eyelids of
Chosen sons and daughters
Fortune favours you

The empty gesture repeats
While your dirty little fingers clasp tight


Around the altar
Defilers dance
Blessing the father
A symbolic fallacy
Masking their fantasy
The fountain of youth, pours from the throats
Of your children
Place your hand in mine
Or fall by the wayside

Crawl out
Crawl, bow

Tear the mask, expose the face of truth

It's your choice
It′s your choice