Now it's too late This one called god has forsaken me Twisting inside To pull and tear and rip with demise
Conscious of fear No one can break you so hard so clear Feed me my rights To feel more shame in a filthy lie
Religion taking its toll Possession destroys the soul...Worship
Hell is the price To indulge pleasure wrong or right Confess your guilt To a man who lives outside of your world
Access denied Your pro-life choice and hypocrite lies Unknown to self A waste space like dust on a shelf
Religion taking its toll Possession destroys the soul...Worship
How many times have you lied to yourself? You twisted around and blamed on Everyone else The time of need is yours to see Oh fuck you all! I'm the king of blaspheme
Now it's too late This one called god has forsaken me Twisting inside To pull and tear and rip with demise
Conscious of fear No one can break you so hard so clear Feed me my rights To feel more shame in a filthy lie
Religion taking its toll Possession destroys the soul...Worship Religion taking its toll Possession destroys the soul...WorshipTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
