Walking these streets
Full of empty people
Forgotten holy paths
Adjusted lifestyle of sin
Still I stumble on them
the knights of the weak lamb
With the endless joy of love
Hope and belief for a place in heaven
I spit on their face!
Looking down on their weakness
Spit on their face!
Triumph in disgust and hate
Failing to see their lost cause
Faith crumbling to sh**
Pathetic who*es like their god
Defeated in desecration
I spit on their face!
Hear the cursings on my soul
Spit on their face!
Damned and marching onwards