Smashing the human horde

Crushing religious filth

Nailing invertedly the ones who plant the seeds

Of doubt

Wasting inherent truth

Confronting an inner hell

Cursing subconsciously the ones who reap the

Seeds of doubt



How can humans play God when they are all

Slaves?

Their lack of souls will lead them to an early

Grave

Condemned to live a life of unrelenting praise

Their rotted corpse remains when death replaces life



Tearing the vocal chords of prophets that spoke of lies

Unwanted

They are the ones controlling the seeds of doubt



How can humans play God when all they are are

Slaves?

Their lack of souls will lead them to an early

Grave

Condemned to live a life of unrelenting praise

Their rotted corpse remains when death replaces life



Fearing their fate they chose a random date

When all life would cease and rapture would

Release

Trampling the meek the gospel they did speak

Foretelling demise speaking only lies



[Solo: Jack]



Feeding the senseless souls of mindless

Inhabitants not knowing they are the ones

Consuming the seeds of doubt

Finding the source of stimulation unnurtured

Realization of fools who will always against their

Will just end their lives



How can humans play God when all they are are

Slaves?

Their lack of souls will lead them to an early

Grave

Condemned to live a life of unrelenting praise

Their rotted corpse remains when death replaces life