When Humans Become Our Gods

When Humans Become Our Gods
False prophets lead the way
With smiles on their faces
Not worthy of our praise
When humans become our Gods
Feeding on our faith, our spirit fades away
We'll never ease the pain
When humans become our Gods

We beg on our knees, for someone to save us
We bow before our kings, but they're just like us
Lonely and lost, heavily brainwashed
They may even really want to save us
But they're not Gods, living among us
False prophets lead the way
With smiles on their faces
Not worthy of our praise
When humans become our Gods
Feeding on our faith, our spirit fades away
We'll never ease the pain
When humans become our Gods
When humans become our Gods
They all ride in on a white horse to save us
They teach helplessness then prey on empty souls
Lonely and lost, heavily brainwashed
They might even really want to save us
But they're not Gods, living among us
False prophets lead the way
With smiles on their faces
Not worthy of our praise
When humans become our Gods
Feeding on our faith, our spirit fades away
We'll never ease the pain
When humans become our Gods
When humans become our Gods
Gods, Gods, Gods

Blinded by our bruises and scars
Our eyes deceived by bleeding hearts
When humans become our gods
When humans become our Gods
Blinded by our bruises and scars
Our eyes deceived by bleeding hearts
When humans become our gods
En 'When Humans Become Our Gods' de Our Last Night, se plantea la idea de líderes falsos que nos guían con sonrisas en sus rostros, pero que en realidad no merecen nuestra adoración...