this curse, lift it from me every word and every page, dripping disease hypocrisy, internally contradictory this is the doctrine of the deceived
were we born in the wrong time? In the wrong state of mind? damned with the powers to discern wrong from right? to turn away from the herd and cast the scriptures aside?
bound in human fear, inked in our own blood engraved in our culture, stigma poisons our thoughts and the result is a people who depend on the Church the blind are leading the blind with moral guidance their crutch
this is truly the holy book of the living dead I feel compelled to atonement for every page I've read this is truly the source from which all hatred is fed the most divisive and ignorant text I've ever read
incest, sacrifice, animal and human alike prostitution, false prophesy, truth made into a mockery sexism and phobia, lies against science and history mass genocide and racial pride, all within these pages lie
in the bible black (a plagiarized text) the bible black (a bloodletting fest) a plagairized text (the curse of an age) a bloodletting fest (and we all must be saved) we have all been force-fed (the lies we’ve been fed) your humanity is bled (from the book of the dead) by the bible black (the bible black) by the bible black (the bible black)
burn the book, dissect the lie cut the head off from the serpent and the serpent dies break the chains, the serpent will speak no more trace the evil of Christianity to it's source
this ethically bankrupt manifesto of more than dubious authorship this discredited composition, I refuse the poisoned word it gives for those who've turned off their own instinct for what is right and what is wrong you're a danger to yourself and others, and in this world you don't belong
this divine conglomerate of conflicting values which confounds only, not confirms this ghost-authored text from disassociated imposters, teaches not, only unlearns for those who've denied their sovereign right: be your own judge, rule your own life you're a failure for a human being, and in this world you won't survive
this curse, lift it from me every word and every page, dripping disease hypocrisy, internally contradictory this is the doctrine of the deceived bound in human fear, inked in our own blood engraved in our culture, stigma poisons our thoughts and the result is a people who depend on the Church the blind are leading the blind with moral guidance their crutch uproot the chains of false upbringing, we ask for more than the father, son, spirit and the blessed whore
it's the curse of an age and we all must be saved
Composição: Music: The Shape 2003 Lyrics: Blasphyre 2003