Parasite You shepherd the meek at least once a week to your offering bins Church night! Time to cash in on the guilt that they feel for all of their so-called sins
Oh, why must these Bronze Age relics continue to haunt us today? Why can't we finally move beyond the mindset of slaves in ancient days? What's not barbaric or obsolete is critically flawed They had no conception of how we should live today
Oh, when will you see...? That you are a cancer of perception, Life turned against itself... You've turned mere thoughts into "sins" as you fill your greedy coffers on the guilt of the trusting masses
Parasite Those altar boys sure must have seemed like the picking was ripe That's right -- You victimized children as someone they trusted but you're not the one paying the price...
But now you're losing your grip, and all of your crimes keep coming to light! Soon you shall feel the crack of the whip Where will you hide you parasite?
Should you ever seek to enslave us again, Then there shall be war!
Your time is done -- The Age of Reason is here
You've burned us at the stake
Spare not the child the rod, Lest they ever feel an ounce of love for you
Never question "god" 'Cause they've never had to show the proof
Religion brings not peace but a sword We have seen the day when the towers came crumbling down... What more reason do we fucking need?
Parasites! All of them, Parasites! Feeding upon your guilt and your fear! Yes, Parasites! Thousands of years of religious Atrocity must end here!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
