Words dripping poison, oil slicked teeth
Pouring from the maw of your neighborhood priest
Lecherous, salacious, covetous, vicious
Fangs coated crimson, visage of the beast.
“Don’t bathe in his water; the church of the devil,”
His voice, it’s quavering, his hands, they’re shaking
As he cries from the pulpit, bare knuckles white
“And the kingdom of Satan, darkness, is breaking.”
Spitting venom across through the hearts of men,
A snake in the crib, a boar in the bed
Divide the souls: good from the bad,
Right from wrong, by the shackles they’re led
Into a hell of your own creation.
Finding nothing but your words of deceit
Call fire from the heavens themselves,
Let us burn on your cross of lies and defeat.
You, the only who are saved, depraved
Devoid of love, kill the still beating heart
Dishonest, haul the shackles of the enslaved
Bring us back to the primitive, back to the start.
I wouldn’t know I was evil today
Unless you told me every week
I wouldn’t know to hate myself,
Lest you told me I was a freak.
I learned from your hate, decided my fate
I learned from your loss hanged on a cross.
I’d rather burn in my own mind,
Than ever fall in with your kind.
Come, all ye saints;