Jesus, he cried
stapled to the paper cross
trickles of life essence staining their eyes
innocent observers
guilty sinners
every fucking one of them
four people in heaven
denying their souls
worshiping their enemies
we are in hell
Satan understands us
and restricts only dishonesty
poor followers, their manipulator dead
trying to save a race
a toy his father never got around to throwing out
believe in him beyond death, it is the way
practice what we hate
preach against our subconscious
deny our souls
four people in heaven
denying their souls
worshiping their enemies
we are in hell
Satan understands us
and restricts only dishonesty
disguised population
generations lied to
communist catholicism
territorial dictator
mindless mice, reduced to shit
Jesus lets out a sigh
his poor pets will all soon die
four people in heaven
denying their souls
worshiping their enemies
we are in hell
Satan understands us
and restricts only dishonesty
live a happy life, no doubt
and dwell in heaven with our creator once we die
one commandment broken, entry denied
yet the men on deathrow meet with priests
fathers touch their congreation
destroying pure innocence
but when the stain glass glows
the hands clasp together
convinced again of immortality
four people in heaven
denying their souls
worshiping their enemies
we are in hell
Satan understands us
and restricts only dishonesty
our children rebel against our tradition
if we are in "our Father's" image
shouldn't Jesus hate God?
denying a problem doesn't solve it
which is why our creator has abandoned us
if we are like our "God"
I truly pity our future
