The Crucified - Getting a Grip on Things lyrics

hatred is the perfect word for everything I think of you you were conquered by my God you, prince of darkness the arrogant fool if given the chance, and the strength to do all that I wish to you I'd shout with glee (!) show no mercy and rip the filthy life from you getting a grip on things tightening our grip on things satan has been beat focus less on his power and more on his defeat I'd start by stabbing seven times for every single lie you've said for lust of eyes I'd pluck out yours for lust of flesh I'd split your head for loneliness I'd seal your ears for bitterness I'd burn you for capitol punishment of unborn innocents I'd take the sword and run you through for bigotry I'd paint you black yellow, white, and red for opression of my bretheren I'd tie a noose around your neck the verse, you know and heed the words of God: "vengeance is mine" your time will come