Tenacious disdain for those of contrarian faith
Casuist tendencies, you serve in poor taste
Pull back the veil, reveal the horrid face of hate
No endemic indiscretion, you're bred to regurgitate
Succumb to the anti-thesis of your preconceived
Notions of grandeur, spun in webs of fallacies
My hope is for an unholy exodus
Flee the rotting chapel for a logical testament
All hail the great creator of cancer and famine
Kneel before the impotent or be sentenced to dust
No more will we subscribe to the scripture
Abort, abort the bastard son of the virgin harlot
I believe in me
I believe in me
All hail the great creator of cancer and famine
Kneel before the impotent or be sentenced to dust
No more will we subscribe to a scripture
Abort, abort the bastard son of the virgin harlot