I hate this realm of venality
I scorn this slaves of pride
I spit upon their reality
I trample on your hide
I Walk
my ways
I drink my chalice
I'm out of your grace
I'm out of your malice
Your holy truth turn into lies
Lies from the
lips of holly teachers
They give to You unstinting praise
But You are carrion for your preachers
My words are law
Your
words are nothing
Prepare to feel my saw
You see me laughing
Your church is not a bride but whore
I see her f****d with
lucifer
She's not a virgin any more
She is of quite another sphere
Where are your stalwarts?
Where are your
disciples?
Who knows your tables?
Who reads your Bible?
My path lies through the maze of thorns
Of human heads and human
bodies
My head is crowned by crown of horns
I want to crush your holy dadies
I Walk my ways
I drink my chalice
Forever
out of your grace
Forever out of your malice