You invoke your god
You kneel before the crucifix
Praying loud

A thousand prays that don't exist
It makes me sick
When you caress that cross

Wearing it around your neck
My fingers itch
Want to break your $#&@ing neck

I would love to kill you
Taste the fist of hell
Awaits you does Misery

Dead $#&@ing the dead in the house of god
Born a Christian you were already dead from the start
Like a parasite you feed from others

Suffering I will deliver to you
Stand in my way and I will give you some pain
Like you never have felt it before

I hate your existence
I hate your existence
I hate your existence

I hate your existence