[Verse 1 - the hunt, methodical] They scattered when I named myself Back to every hole they knew The pious and the powerful The loyal and the untrue I followed every one of them I left no path unchecked I found them in their sanctuaries And I collected every debt
[Pre-Chorus] Did you think the walls would hold? Did you think the name would save you? Did you think that I forgot Every single thing you gave me?
[Chorus - relentless, driving] The faithless ones Who built their thrones on borrowed belief The faithless ones Who named their greed a higher cause The faithless ones The church, the system, the market, the crown The faithless ones I am bringing every single one of you Down
[Verse 2 - the institutions] The church that shaped me into a weapon I walked back in through the front The market that sold peace like a product I cleared the ledger, I was blunt The bank that funded every campaign I broke the book, not just the vault The system that called suffering a season I named it what it was - their fault
[Pre-Chorus 2] Did you think the gold would shield you? Did you think the law would hold me? Did you think the stone around you Was something more than stone?
[Chorus] The faithless ones Who built their thrones on borrowed belief The faithless ones Who named their greed a higher cause The faithless ones The church, the system, the market, the crown The faithless ones I am bringing every single one of you Down
[Bridge - THE CONVENT - the song nearly stops here] And then.
The convent.
The one in the valley. The one with the white walls. The one they called holy While the inside held …what it held.
I should have felt nothing. I am War. I do not feel.
But I stayed at the gate longer Than anywhere else. I let it fall slower. I gave it more than it deserved.
I do not know why. I do not ask.
I move on.
[Final Chorus - harder and faster than before, full choir] The faithless ones Who kept their walls while others bled The faithless ones Who called their silence virtue The faithless ones The church, the convent, the market, the crown The faithless ones I left every single one of them Down
[Outro - flat, the list continuing] There are more. There are always more. The faithless ones Are everywhere.
Keep moving.