Whitechapel - Prayer of Mockery lyrics

Open up your eyes Prove the point that is sworn to me Even blind ones see through your story Begin on me, O Mighty One Destroy me with the powers that be I'm still standing here My heart still beats a million strong I'm calling you out; prove to your followers that you exist Bring down your fury like the scriptures document Judge me Tell me that I am not worthy for you Rid me from this hell you've created and wipe my slate clean Blind me with your light as though you never wanted me to see Still, I find myself waiting for the answers to come My patience is wearing thin once again Wipe my slate clean When the trumpet sounds your so-called Second Coming Am I supposed to be trembling in fear? Wipe my slate clean Thou shalt not bear false witness