Your hollow hallowed holy halls spires breach the sky Expound on worthless doctrines obsessed with how and not the why Consumed by act and not the deed, follow through blind and dumb Drunk on holy wine and power ignorant and numb
Better to burn behind hell's iron gates than rest upon your cross Yearning flames for eager flesh if that is my dignities cost Never will you pace the floors of your heavens holy halls For your prideful greed and ignorance are the greatest sins of all
I will not kneel nor will I fear that the wrath of God is near Your holy scripts books of rites ancient fables worn and trite Father son holy ghost deified triad of which you boast Seek your guidance from the sky, silent God does not reply Intertwine wrath and love rain fire and brimstone from above Cast aspersion on man's sins wise man seeks a God within
Looking back on ages past and witnessing your crimes Such wicked suffering and death Is what you have come to symbolize Forcing your theology down the throats of the unchaste Forging ideology with a sickle and a mace
Man of the cloth speak to me of lechery and purity Reveal to me reality, absolve of all iniquity Grace me with divinity, revel in hypocrisy Relieve me of my liberty and rob me of my sanity Preach to me of honesty, persistent in this travesty Configuring validity to suit your Christianity So lacking in sagacity so pompous in your piety Existing so small-mindedly for your non-existent deityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
