Deceiver, how can you believe in someone you haven't seen? While he's stealing your thoughts and they're collecting your green If there's a God then what the Hell is he waiting for? Immaculate conception was nothing but a lying whore
All you know as biblical is nothing more than fictional Thinking that you're noble, but you're just hypocritical Don't attend your Sabbath Day, yet you still continue to pray Believing it will save you while you waste your life away
The power of Christ compels you to be Nothing but a slave to selective morality So shut your mouth, get off your knees And follow me, follow me if you want to be free
You will be crucified, cross your t's and dot the i's And then I think you'll find that everything has been a lie Fooled for thousands of years by something created from fear the fear that death is the final frontier.
You think your savior can fix the broken? You think your savior can heal the sick? You think your savior can fix the broken? Well fix this, you mother fucking hypocrite bitch
You will sit and wait for your king to arrive While he sits atop his throne and he watches you die
All you know as biblical is nothing more than fictional Thinking that you're noble, but you're just hypocritical Don't attend your Sabbath Day, yet you still continue to pray Believing it will save you while you waste your life away
The power of Christ compels you to be Nothing but a slave to selective morality So shut your mouth, get off your knees And follow me, follow me if you want to be free
The only reason I wish that there was life after death Would be so that I could see you in hell next to me But you gave your whole life to a hope and a dream That turned out to be as fake as who you pretend to be Deceiver, you lived a meaningless existence And I will laugh in your face as you reach your death You will rot six feet under just like everyone else While the stench of foolishness lingers on your last breathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
