Darkside In Your Eyes
fat priests become the purulent flux of the church disfigured, desecrated, spitten upon the cross we hate this god before whom the pauper kneel steel our heart, steel our soul in ardent desire for death not even born in the womb restrained to their death sick of his face on graves and remains illusions of deliverance and your hail burn your church, burn the book, with lies about life in your eyes pushing us towards tragedy we're dying in your minds filled with war death and pain we're sinners in our hearts saints and sinners are all the same there's blasphemy from your church dictating weird democracy we're leaving in your eyes pushing us towards tragedy we're dying in your minds filled with war death and pain we're sinners in our hearts our hate has condamned you is nothing but blasphemy of your church black plates of carcery we're stealing masturbating in bloody hypocracy lieing about interuption of pregnancy run away from your own ideology castigated in bloody monasteries tragedy of failing and heresy pouring fire over your sacristies creed after carnal passion and luxury your god is dead and will be
