False prophets and original sin. Lay down your dignity, release the grip held deep within, You seek the Serpent, the chastised mouth confines your torment. Now embrace Babylon, remove three thousand years of convent.
Spill forth the filth. Sing me the siren's opus, Make us feel truly godless. Embrace thine flesh. We promise all salvation, Renounce your defamation.
Leave the flock, burn the manuscript. Obedience and shame, your absolution I proclaim. Stop reading from society's script. Life best led unrepenting, what are you representing?
What is a god but a killer with no motive? What is temptation but desire with no focus? What is morality or sin that goes unnoticed? Worship the bastard five so we can reach the summit.
Lost, scared, beaten by a world that never cared, Shed the shackles of the past, I will not fail the outcast. Whisper these words with the Devil's breath. Powdered persuasion, give birth to sin, let sin give birth to death.
Spill forth the filth. Sing me the sirens opus, Make us feel truly godless. Embrace thine flesh. We promise all salvation, Renounce your defamation.
Leave the flock, burn the manuscript. Obedience and shame, your absolution I proclaim. Stop reading from society's script. Life best led unrepenting, what are you representing?
I want you free from the benign, I want you worshiped at the shrine. I want you bathed in all your sin, I want the boundless Evelyn. You heard the rumours and they're true, You leave your life and start anew. You cling to every word I say, Become my ever willing prey.
What is a god but a killer with no motive? What is temptation but desire with no focus? What is morality or sin that goes unnoticed? Worship the bastard five so we can reach the summit.
Give yourself to me.
I will set you free.
I am the fallen angel, Give yourself to me. You are the hapless virgin, I will set you free. We are the gods of freedom, Give yourself to me. You have been gifted with reason, You can set you free.
Is this how you live your life, Where your value is measured in morality? Nothing more than cunt commodity. Or will you embrace your brethren? Victims of God, just like you, Who want nothing, but acceptance of your instincts.
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