Does it hurt To be beaten down with sledgehammer words How does it feel To be so low you can smell your own fucking feet Is it safe To bear up the burdensome words you carry... ...bury the truths and dig them up again
With hands tied, mouth sown, eyes shut You can't release the bottomless anger You can't know where the pain is from It tears you apart piece by piece It brings you down bit by bit Slowly sinking into darkness Not knowing you are barefoot and bleeding
No one opposes god save god himself
The work of an angel is the will god You ain't no fucking angel, self-destructive fuck Christendom will leave you in the divine light With bloodstains on your chest
Do you sense the uncontrolled boiling rage The uncontrolled boiling wrath
Does it hurt To be beaten down with sledgehammer words How does it feel To be so low you can smell your own fucking feet Is it safe To bear up the burdensome words you carry... ...bury the truths and dig them up again
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