I've met you before, we seemed do knowing
On a Sunday afternoon the blasphemers arise
The Lord is all knowing, does he know me?
I've hidden from him. I've hidden my hate
Can you hear the whispers, about what we've done to him?
Opened up up his abdomen and released the nothing soul
Extracted every little piece and put it on show
Anyone who cares! God is now dead
The blaphemers arise. Look what they've done
Our Lord god is spread all over a wall
You'll be interested to know, it was easy
We were trusted, we slit his hindguts

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