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Date of issue: 08.12.2009
Song language: English
Same Old Nails For A New Messiah |
Fed up with bullshit mind castrating lies the more you preach and the less |
I wanna hear 'cause you’re one of a kind, how can you relate with yourself |
Sleep well with the sickness that you are |
Yeah, it’s you driving me mad so take your life miles away from mine |
(Miles away from mine, now come on) |
Weak and frustrated you all look like |
A swarming mass of pathetic sick pigs wallowing in lies |
Still repressing your instincts 'til the day you will finally collapse |
I don’t care, but don’t try to fool me for I know the sick bastards that you are |
We don’t need no saviour on a cross no more |
I can see what religion brings when preachers sleep with kids |
We ain’t craving for a second coming at all |
I will not uniform I’d rather slash my throat |
I see right through your shell deep down where demons dwell |
Despite your lack of sin you look like shit within |
There ain’t no saviour that can save you from yourself |
No matter what you’ll never be free from the beast within |
Ages flow lies perpetuate breeding on and on |
And the worst part of all this bullshit has yet to come |
We don’t need no saviour on a cross no more |
I can see what religion brings when preachers sleep with kids |
We ain’t craving for a second coming at all |
I will not uniform I’d rather slash my throat |
The ravage of war dwells inside the hearts of men |
Faith ain’t but an excuse to justify the need to kill |
Destiny, falling off the pieces — Terminal, the state of your disease |
Same old nails for a new messiah |
We don’t need no saviour on a cross no more |
I can see what religion brings when preachers sleep with kids |
We ain’t craving for a second coming at all |
I will not uniform I’d rather slash my throat |
We don’t need no saviour on a cross no more |
I can see what religion brings when preachers sleep with kids |
We ain’t craving for a second coming at all |
I will not uniform I’d rather slash my throat |