not so long ago, on a cold december day
you let my father die in solitude and pain
once he was your son, and baptised in
your name
if this is now you treat him, then violence is my way
cut-throat urges
i need to spill some holy
blood
beautiful words, but hollow promises
the goodness of god is a f*****g joke
get out of your heavenly palace
and
show your real face
how can people believe in this s**t
how can they be so naive
not so long ago, on a cold december
day
you took all hope in my life away
once I had respect, and hallowed was your name
if this is how you treat me, then violence
is my way
