We can bring the apocalypse

In our Vatican in line six

We're the face of the end of time

We can burn and leave no ash behind



Now it's butcher time



We were never Satanists

Never bit on the Christian myth

You don't see how there one in the same?

You pigs just drive us all insane



Now it's butcher time



I think we'll just shut you up

You'll never see anything quite like this

A big fucking shit colored sky

That rains constant cyanide



Now it's butcher time



The devil lives in Rome

The devil cloaked in robes



Who do you control?

You can't control your own priests

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Can't fool the world again

The book is fuckin' dead



Lying and smiling and fucking

It's all about control



Useless and boring

Knee deep in Christian shit



Christians and Catholics

A plague that scars the world



Killers and rapists

Your priests are uncontrolled



The devil lives in Rome

The devil cloaked in robes