Two thousand years of Chinese whispers, misinterpretations and burning wtiches Ethnic cleansing for theoretic scriptures, heresy stonings and burning crucifixes. Let's amuse that you're right and that we can defy space and time, come meet me in the garden beneath the tree in its prime. So this is where it all began, the first woman and the first man. I'd throw the snake at the sky, kill Adam and fuck Eve, eat every last piece of fruit and piss on the tree.
Theology is the study of make believe. There's proof in the sky but you try to taint it, a million light years away peering through the black blanket. I can see with my eyes but you can't explain it, genesis tells us lies so let's eradicate it.
Theology is the study of make believe. When I walk to my death there will be a smile on my face, cos every day without God is a day I didn't waste.
When you're done with all the hate and done with killing in God's name, I hope you take the time to realise it was all in vain. You shattered lives and tore families apart, the only wish the dying have is for you to have a heart. You sit at your throne now and we will tear it down, we will cut off your head to remove the crown.
We don't need to fear Hell; you already brought it to us. Last time you were here you came with floods, to wipe the earth clean, diluting water with floods, you can call it anything you want but don't you dare call it love.
The preacher waves deceit with his so called holy thread, and with it dragged through the mud and hung by the neck. For every life that you've taken and the suffering you spread, for the sake of our future I hope your children are born dead.
I am the nail that' stuck in your wrist, I am your mother's black eye and your fathers' fist. I am the water in your lungs and you won't be missed, this lake's all blood and I'm the baptist. I am the disease that pre exists. I am cancer miss diagnosed as a cyst. I'm the internal bleeding the paramedics missed. You're a highway driver and I'm the blinding mist, you're a symbol hope and I'm the oppressive fist. I'm the hypocrisy that you dismissed, like the World's salvation through betrayals kiss. We can't co-exist.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
