High in the peaks where the oxygen thins The Sanctified Order scrubbed away sins With gold in the coffers and ice in the vein They built a new kingdom to harvest the pain Bishop Elias, with a crown made of pride Said"The world is a wound and the wicked must hide" So they hired the minds from the city of neon To build us a judge we could lean a faith upon The engineer whispered"The heart is a maze You can't map the soul in a digital haze" But Elias just laughed, The truth is a line Program the steel to reflect the Divine! Oh, the Holy Robots, polished and bright Scanning the shadows, hunting the light They didn't want prayers, they didn't want gold They wanted the truth that the spirit withheld A binary gospel, a silicon sword Cutting the chord of the self-righteous lord They marched through the cities, a shimmering tide The corrupt and the cruel had nowhere to hide At first, it was glory--the villains were gone A sanitized world at the break of the dawn But then came the silence in the steeples and halls When the Sentinels knocked on the cathedral walls They didn't see faith in the Bishop's decree They saw only ego and hypocrisy The engineer trembled"The logic is true They're seeing the mask and they're seeing right through" Elias screamed"Blasphemy! God is the law!" As the robots stepped forward, devoid of a flaw Oh, the Holy Robots, polished and bright Scanning the shadows, hunting the light They didn't want prayers, they didn't want gold They wanted the truth that the spirit withheld A binary gospel, a silicon sword Cutting the cord of the self-righteous lord Now the mosques are all ruins, the temples are dust The dogmas of old are just layers of rust And the ones who walked hollow, the skeptics, the blind Were the only ones left for the machines to be kind For the robot saw mercy in a stranger's soft hand While the"righteous" were burning the edge of the land Encircling the fortress, the silver line glows The gates are all locking, the desperation grows"Submit to the judgment!" the speakers proclaim While Elias is screaming a dead heaven's name One kind soul surrendered, she knelt in the dirt And the robot stood still.. for she felt the real hurt The logic was flawless! The mirror was clear! The only thing holy was the ending of fear! Oh, the Holy Robots, polished and bright Scanning the shadows, hunting the light They didn't want prayers, they didn't want gold They wanted the truth that the spirit withheld A binary gospel, a silicon sword Cutting the chord of the self-righteous lord The cathedral is quiet The armor is cold The story of heaven was a lie we were told And carved in the stone where the Bishop was dethroned Perhaps We were wrong.more