The offspring of Isaac and Ishmael are at each-others throats, so sit under a fig tree while barbarians bridge the moats, floods in the fertile crescent and burning land all around, burning minds until its ended they can all just burn, in, heaven. Doesn't make much sense to me some dude who got nailed to a tree, the really angry burning goat, infidels dangling by ropes, fat men with a big old grin a blind eye turned to the hell we're in, self lacerations causing guilt of sin they can all just burn, in heaven. Lets kill each-other, for land soaked in blood, death by each-other, called death from above. Lets pretend we know, the reason to be. A world without justice, was the only fee. How do so many give into delusion, polluting our faith til nothings proven. Polluting our souls, and poisoning all time, every last god ended was this world of mine. Once we cut our babies hearts so that a rainy day might start. Wether you bow to sixes or sevens someday, someday you might burn, in heaven.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
