Converge - Antithesis (live) lyrics

Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind Govern me, k** thy master You will not enslave me The root is bitter but the fruit is sweet but not exempt from criticism Small pox friendship, you die I take You are the new slave Don't call me God because I don't have a disease What is cold to you is love to me Savior seething rolling you in Cherub in red said there's nothing to see here Hallowed be who art in heaven I refuse to call that f**er by name