I’m gonna make it known, The putrid waste that you’ve sown Into the earth, into its fields Against the truth, you’ll have no shield to Cover your actions or conceal The dross you spit up; It will be fully revealed For the vanity it really is, Just hollow words from lying lips
We let you into our homes And you made us forget where home is We let you into our homes And you made us forget what home is
Homesick Homesick I’m sick I’m so sick
Of the so called home you built And everything you’ve planted in our midst We’ve dug our way past it, we’ve dug our way home, Past every lie and all false hope We’re gonna make it known, All the evil that you’ve provoked Our ears are shut, our backs are turned Our former lives have been overturned
Son of satan, misteaching your kids how to love; I hate it You will be burned as you’re exposed to the light, like Weeds thrown into the fire, always burning All that you’ve planted will wither in the sunlight
The truth you suppressed will be dug out from the dirt, And as it is magnified, you will be buried in its place, alongside Your wasted life’s work
We let you into our homes We let you into our homes
Pull the weeds Unearth the brimstone Uproot the seeds Of worldly wisdom Your fortunes are told For the fortunes of gold And all that had to be sold Was your own very soul The wealth of heaven You refuse to know You traded it all For the depths of sheol These words will burn like pesticide to your pestilence
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