You ripped the soul from the child in me
Bow down to the land of the free
Bow down to the world to the world that made me


Bury the nails into the one like me
Consecrating the lies exalts false prophecy

Tearing apart of man and all his goals
Offers benediction and wills to plague your


Soul is made
In god the taste
Of sulfur and rain

The christ now turns on man and brings him pain

A gun to the temple of a world enslaved

By the ties that bind us to a faded hope
Ensures the perversion that you try to hide
Will become as dust that will fade in time


To take
This world

Of hate
Of torture
Our fate

Will rest in hands
That sew the seeds of rape