Calling all vultures of virtue and mongers of hate Sado-machismo in robes forsaken saints Attention adders of the altar and crooks of the cloak Forever
Jesus is in me at a premium price Jesus is in me I am the body of Christ
These ain't your father's battles this is more Holy wars on foreign shores blitzkrieg cliques on world tours Sure the people will fly someday But for
Clouds part and out come the howitzers Cue the earthquakes spare the heartbreak Now you're unproud still the sky falls in showers Anthrax and anarchy
Firebomb the firmament You'll find there's nothing worth the burn Tear down the institutions There's no one left to learn Scratch at the scabs on the
You've got twisted visions You've got hell in a shell You plan corrupt crucifixions Fury set to set sail Call on the young Crawl on the innocent Bow to
Down we go through the topsoil Down we ride to a place time hides from the sun as if someone were looking Down below there's a sinkhole There's a place
Beneath a blackened sky they lay and pray to me The vengeful spawn of scorn the very brink of sanity My will - malevolent My thoughts - perverse My rule
Erupt in violence amidst the turbulence No running water yet the rivers run ebullient Their fate is exodus it's plague days for the rest of us Wretched
Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing. A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds. The song remains
For you time's dragging on and I've no rest for a heart attack I can't relate I can't react with anything But fear and lashing out at you and so I do
Beneath your streets, we breathe and breed and sleep and eat defeat. No longer human forms, our bodies bleed from your disease. We are the damned condemned
For years and years we had been groomed to be a polished product in a doomed society. We built the empire. For years and years we have been kicked below
You call me a thief. You call me a liar. Crush my skull with stones. Fill my lungs with fire. I was not reborn for nothing (Thanks to Tyler for these
Victims of a faceless crime will suffer in the faithless time. My seed will reach your young and like my sons, they too will die young. I'd suffer anything
Speak of the son. No father brings the holy one. From cloven hoofs to claws to thorns, his rise to power has begun. Among your thieves, there lays another
The weight of the world's pinning you down. There's no escape. Take your frustration to the underground. Hunt for the kill. Fuck for the thrill. Negate
Hell bound, we said lead. We followed blindly straight into hell. Hell bound, we said lead (Thanks to Tyler for these lyrics)
