Knives Out Deny Your Maker
Adam's rib, Eve's bosom, Cain's hands, Abel's Eyes
Christ blood, God's heart, Judas neck, hang 'em hi
In a garden of snakes we defile each other
In a garden of snakes we molest our minds
In a garden of sin we become sick animals
In a garden of sin we defile each other
Scorched earth, diseased
In a haunted tomb spinning
The most wicked tales now mummified
Cain's hands meet Abel's eyes
In a garden of snakes we defile each other
In a garden of sin we molest our minds
Deny your maker, no cross, no creed
Poison my eye, witness no God, no need
We're all a part of the same disease
Deny your maker, no cross, no creed
In the cover of dark we gather around you and tend to your unrelenting misery
I am your God now, look in my eyes
I am the master of your pain and suffering
Lust, gluttony, sloth and greed
Wrath, envy and vanity
In a world without meaning you mean nothing to me
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