| Every time you fail on your knees
|
| With your head right to the around, full of denies
|
| You renounce yourself for the tombac
|
| You worship evil calf and burning weed
|
| Code of a dead deity determinates your path
|
| You put degradation on the altars
|
| Masochism is the highest virtue
|
| Mortification is a daily routine
|
| You are stuck in the cult of the dead
|
| Your world is buried
|
| Sneering at life you aspire to emptiness
|
| False empathy, saint indignation
|
| Death is taken for granted
|
| Fall in from of messiah of the dead
|
| You are the thorn in my eye
|
| Salt in the wound, parricide of my soul
|
| Your martyrdom is the farce of sacrifice
|
| Dead when alive
|
| You want to bury the whole world
|
| You are my had news, my Egyptian plague
|
| You are my famine, you are my disease
|
| The brain cancer, the ulcer of my soul
|
| You won’t know the truth if you’re on your knees
|
| You won’t find comfort in temples of Hypocrisy
|
| In this bread there is no flesh
|
| In this wine there is no blood
|
| Sacrifice made, you became nothing |