Burning alive in a cold sweat How close are we all to death? Frozen alive, no intelligence left How much time do we have to repent? When do we see the end? No end in sight Parchment filled with shit The dark days have passed Yet the children are fucking worthless Crosses line the narrow halls Cattle fill the porcelain walls Father, I'll have no mercy on thee I'll beg on no knee, we'll never cease to be Theocratic thieves tearing away at me Blinded by their own uncertainty Whore mother, womb of filth End is nigh, stakes is high Wretched stench, redemption Failed attempt, life of sin Father, please tell me why it has to be Satisfied life-crooks, no respect earned Piece of shit fuck Weakling of the worst Father, please tell me why it has to be I don't know why I care Conflict between books, pages torn and burned On the day of judgement, reality's revealed None left to gloat, existence has been repealed