Master Who Is Left To Decide
Existence of his precence is his goal Flawless lessons strengthen his control Illustrations rest upon the walls Worship him but soon the devil calls Pledge to the one, the one who wallows Worship the son, son of sorrow Pledge to the one, the one who follows Worship the son, no tomorrow The hopes and the dreams Of the one who achieves Pleasures of flesh They'll be down on their knees Father and daughters The bond will erase Tortures of fires The smile on his face They threat no existence Involves many forms The thought of resistance The power forewarns Evil verses sorrow in our lives Borrowing the souls left to decide Afterlife a question no replies A fallacy the preacher has no eyes Pledge to the one, the one who wallows Worship the son, son of sorrow Pledge to the one, the one who follows Worship the son, no tomorrow Look at the graves of the thousands who've died No one remembers who is left to decide The flowers have wilted the maggots arrive Who the hell cares where you go when you die The church is in ruins the memories erased The preacher will die and I spit in his face
