IRC-Galleria

Suicide
From the start
Of your mind

Evacuate
Your brain
Unless you wanna die

Blasphemy dictates and if you think otherwise
You'll be sure to be shot for your lies

Religion or suffocation
Either way you drown through both
Like a train it'll hit you, beat you till you believe
Every piece of shit in the book of disease

Like father like son you'll be shot under the sun
Believe in the priest and the pope as well
Or your soul will be condemned to hell

Belief and faith and asphyxiation
Jesus Christ, the unholy son controls our nation
When the bells toll you'd better cower in fear
It might be the last thing you'll ever hear

Death
Death
Death
Enough's been said