WHITEWASHED TOMBS [AI Deathcore]

White paint hides the rot inside
Pretty words can't stop the slide
You talk so sweet a poisoned tongue
Your pious face it comes undone

Whitewashed tombs
Stained with gloom
Holy outside
Rotten inside
Whitewashed tombs
Bringing your doom

Your fancy robes your lofty prayer
Just smoke and mirrors in the air
You judge us all with narrowed eyes
While in your heart the darkness lies

Whitewashed tombs
Stained with gloom
Holy outside
Rotten inside
Whitewashed tombs
Bringing your doom

The truth will come out
No place to hide
Your hollow faith
A fading tide
The mask will crack
The paint will peel
Your rotten soul
The truth revealed

Whitewashed tombs
Stained with gloom
Holy outside
Rotten inside
Whitewashed tombs
Fake smiles

Whitewashed tombs, dead inside, the façade of saints, corrupt and vile,
Poisoned tongues with toxic lies, feeding on the corpse defiled.
Graves adorned with praises hollow, masking sins in daylight's glow,
Ancestors' crimes still echo loudly, blood-stained path where shadows grow.

Woe to those who claim the light, yet darkness coils within their soul,
Vipers' den, unmask your lies, your judgment's toll shall take its toll.
Squeeze the life from prophets' cries, crucifixion on your spine,
Blood of righteous, screaming loud, the truth you've tried to bind.

Descendants of the murderers, fulfill the sins of those before,
Statues built on prophets' graves, adorned with blood of ancient lore.
Condemnation waits for liars, vipers breed, igniting fire,
Generation of the damned, they're fueled by hate and false desire.

Unclean hearts, hypocrisy, verdict passed, eternity's sound,
Temples crumble, justice reigns, hear the cries beneath the ground.
Abel's blood and Zechariah, voices of the slain align,
Searing heavens, judgment calls, your chairs of deceit now undermine.

Jerusalem, city of sin, rejecting truth that calls for peace,
Desolation claims your streets, until the cries for the Lord's release.
Marrow deep, these white stones crack, revealing rot that's bound to cease,
Eternal graves for hollow souls, in death is where your falseness sleeps.