A shallow empty sect cowering on your knees. A god in sheep's wool. Hearts empty to the floor. When you're praying in your stalls with empty eyes, No god can save you, your hope's a f**ing lie. To die faithful and fearful. Your conscience blessed with the spite of holiness.
You're high and mighty, you're a f**ing mess. Bring me your palehorse, bring me your crimson who*e. Empty shallow words, cruelty writ larger than life ruled by fear of god. Where is a god that fails your faith, Where is your god with every f**ing word.