I swear that I’m gonna win this time. No more second place to fucking half-wits past their prime. My throat tears, I scream but no one hears. They’re blinded by some fable. Reason falls upon deaf ears.
You won’t find what you’re looking for. You won’t find truth in white-washed folklore. I’m not listening, as you can see me walking out the door.
The blank stare, you’re an empty fucking shell. Confused by what to fear, your vengeful god or a burning hell. It’s not fair, you’re another casualty. Chalk full of Christian values, your forced imposed morality.
Body and blood; the voluntary heist of the souls who dine on Jesus Christ. You wont find truth inside some book you read. There is no truth. Your god is dead.
released July 31, 2012
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