You learn to keep yourself secluded
Shift the blame to the scapegoat
You point the finger
Other hand at your mens throats
Turning green from these bank notes you feed yourself
Money can’t buy you peace
Money remains as the disease
Desecrated, not elevated to a plateau
Befouled by liars and sadists
But in this animalistic abode
I edge towards temptation
Consecrated and desecrated
Your world is run by killers and rapists
Thou should not defile my name
I killed god all but not for the fame
I am speaking in tongues
Unhand your book of lies, and constant contradiction
There must be something in-between your fu*king ears
One conforming misleading deceit after another
You’re part of the system, the fu*king machine
Now discard of your fairy tale
Unhand your book of lies
Desecrated, not elevated to a plateau
Mislead and deluded
Observe your people
Observe yourself
Fall before the wretched allied nations
They form as a sancity of pure manipulation
Watch as they march one by one, spreading lies in unison
Unaware and venerable victims, we're awaiting the pitfall
It’s not too late
Unhand your book of lies
The gods line in excision, execution
Inhale, the pestilent death
Of the Underworld
I admire your fortitude
Consecrated not elevated
To a plateau, befouled by liars and sadists
But this animalistic abode
Forces temptation
I am speaking in tongues
I have become befouled by liars and sadists
Thou shalt not defile my name
I killed god, all but not for the fame
All but not for the fame