Lies and deceit
Basic tools of the trade
Mind over matter
And spiritual decay
Filling heads with glory
Washing up their brains
Finding poor excuses
All part of the game
This vicious circle
Begins from day one
No freedom of choosing
Accept the bastard son
The ones that come before you
Baptized alike in lies
Don't ask any questions
Embrace your humble life
Hypocrites
So called holy men of the cloth
You deserve death
More than anyone in this world
It's all about
Politics, petty schemes and the sweet war
Prepare the flock
Holy slaves of the Lord
In their house of slavery
There never was humanity
Underneath abnormality
The church denies reality
In the cold embrace of the moon I set myself free from the plague they have given me - Begone
