Father... How long since your last confession? I've never confessed. What troubles you, child? Forgive me father but I will sin.
Let me take you to your somberland father, let me atone for your sins Put an end to your crusades and all your holy wars that you’re fighting still Getting rid the world of all your cancerous intent, making you pay It is time for Insurrection, it’s my duty to make sure you fail.
Prune – fathers of war with too much power The list of sins is long and the devil would be proud
You shall serve absolution with your life For your penance you’ll suffer for all time Time to nail the usurper to the cross To get free from your nuisance, then you die
And you act a lesser vessel of your stale god to procure your wealth Open the the doors to your communion to the weak in need of a helping hand Their beliefs are based on everything that makes you stronger, credulity reign It is time for Insurrection, I’ll be sated when I have you dead
Time to let our faith regrow Much easier to just let go We’ve been watching as you traded welfare for riches Gold and silver that’ve bought you repression since ancient Rome
Prune – offerings of war, now the sheep is you Insurrection of beliefs, as we discrown
You shall serve absolution with your life For your penance you’ll suffer for all time Time to nail the usurper to the cross Insurrection non grata, still you die
Prune – offerings of war, now the sheep is you Insurrection of beliefs, as we do discrown
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