You think your god will save who, I will see, just believe
Scriptures, twisted words to provocate
In battled disposition, hang the bitch on the cross
Kill yourself, die
Die
Blasphemy, gluttony, to deceive you and me
Bastard of the cross, relentlessly
For this his words berate truth, agonized, prophesized
Bastard, for your god you compromise
Describe the holy vision
Bastards of Christ, die
You'll die for your religion, holy shit, pacifist
Do without, search the truth you'll never find
Publishers: DEICIDE PUBLISHING DESIGNEE, ROADBLOCK MUSIC INC
Laughter from the lord into your face
Songwriters: Steve Asheim, Glen Benton, Brian Hoffman, Eric Hoffman
Scriptures offer little to relate
Rapture from the lord your god so great
Entitle his convictions, blasphemous, lunatic
Bastards of Christ, die
Strike fear preaching of his coming here
Your heart is full of hatred
Bastards die, fuck our Christ will survive
You fool, not true, no thank you, enemy of the cross
Not for me, for yourself, soon you'll see
He fucked himself to save you, put to death, masochist
Blacking out, final breath, meet with death, nothingness
Untrue with choices given, nothing won, you are dead
Revive the book of fiction
His word installs deception, pray to god