Slutbox - Sum of Sin lyrics

Burning crosses on the steeple make non believers of the people Appoint the surrogate son to power then stir the dirt to k** the flower Tedious malignant games (snap) all your prayers go up in flames Searching for the sound of heaven the sum of sin adds up to seven Closedmindedness breeds ignorance I'm living for the experience Hate what I stand for not what I'll be The rotten apple never falls far from the tree Open the doors and close the mind personal beliefs undermined Confession bootes and cheap wine a drunken clergy man divine Black ma** white ma** blinding faith crossword crosses seal my fate Poisoning the holy water with jihad tactic holy slaughter On a throne I'm the king - on a throne made of apathy I sing The praises of the shunned and dead with poems dancing in my head In my dreams I'm the king except for all the things I've seen Shattered lives and broken dreams should make me smile or at least it seems (that) Here's your church - here's your steeple - open the doors - but where's all of the people Rotting crosses on the floor nothings left to pay the who*e Can't you taste all the lore watching at the broken door Watching as the windows break nothings left to block the light You cannot taste this lying tongue because the f**ing words are numb Robbing crosses ebb the flow - bible studies i recall All the crosses on their face - all the abcessed salivate All the axes on the floor - on the altars dead people (Praise him) Laughing as your crosses burn