Harvesting souls to fund crusades pushing false hope, their madness reigns all in the name ov placebo messiahs a poisoned world that's damned to pyre
You've lost your self trying to find something else to hide behind so split my skull and drain my eyes for I must slay this fictitious 'Christ'
Dogmatic principles adorn the farce just mortal men with cauld, black hearts so I will grin this open casket smile for I'm long dead to this world defiled
I will shite on your church your vestments shoved where it hurts
Burn your chapels to the ground as you plead I hear no sound
Virgin whores holy ghosts I have heard no greater joke
I am reality that's why you cant handle me
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