Atman - Martyrs, Blasphemizers And The Sick lyrics
Fruits of thy collective madness Murderous legends and pa**ions without reason Inferior beings That before thy ignorance Adore a god That giveth thee the strength to survive Living in a full material plane That every day weareth the way Thy ignorance maketh blood to flow Children of the Flesh Swine! what fault was it of mine That in no god I did believe Consecrated temples Loaded down with gold Open the doors for the world Show thy hidden library Prove that god does not exist And that everything is a farce Blaze a trail within thy brains Draw learning from within thyselves Come to know the Astral Plane Come to know there is no god Starving Scabs! Rot in the hell created by thy souls cause catch me thou shall not Im outside Im out of thy reach Thy faith is thy prison and defeat I, from here, will put and end To the foulness of religion Swine!