Hey this is world war three Religion against itself All you fanatics Raise your swords In the name of your god
Isn't it ironic How you preach good deeds And minimal sin When all you're doing Is slaying the ones your god called Fellow kin
You can't preach to the freak So get your righteous bullshit outta my face All the blame and blood spilt Falls on your filthy hands Your faith and prayers won't save you now Catholicist apocalypse
Critical thinking Amassed to your disgrace Pure bred brainless destruction Inside it dies from its own aggression The killing is now in session Worshiping crosses It's an obsession
Wait so you're telling me That to enter paradise
I have to give up sin and vice alike All to meet your precious god You can't fool For I'm not blind
Religion is but a shepherd Leading the manufactured herd astray I will not bow to your atrocity Nor will I show an ounce of pity
You can't preach to the freak So get your righteous bullshit outta my face Take your scriptures and crosses And set them aflameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
