Voice

He gave them their voice
To make them happy he gave them song
But now all they scream is his name

The sweet songs of praise
Fall to threats of death in his name
He forged his name in their words
And gave them the power to speek it

From there their will
Brought forth the evil of religion
And the beauty of love

But with the gift bestowed
They lost control
And banished imagination to the devils lair

So now they scream out
In agony and in praise

But all they can utter is his name