Years of intellect ridiculed by the ones of God
Condoning the ways we want to live, to make room for sanctified sanctuary
Dissecting the essence of free thought and the ability to question
To believe or to be out casted
Hold your holy book to my face and preach to me the ways of your fairy tales
You expect me to kneel before a God you chose for me to worship?
Years you have beaten me down for enlightenments self-taught
Rip them apart, devour the soul
Never again
Time for your damnation by my hands
Rip them apart, devour the soul
Castrate the essence of religion from their thoughts
Rip them apart, devour the soul
Silence the ignorance of biblical hate toward the rest of man
Rip them apart, devour the hate
Rip them apart, devour the soul
I do not know if heaven or hell awaits you
I do not know if you will simply rot
One thing is certain, that you will be killed by my hands
Rip them apart, devour the soul