The Gathering

The Lord is salvation and I am his son The descendant of man when your time is done No more room mistakes or floor for the groundless This is the rise of the sin, the end to this madness When God gave you fruit you cursed his control Now it's my turn to eat and defy your morals You call for a return like a bird in pain But the egg is already cracked and there is no going back It's time to move on