Visions of the past rise up amongst the pain
Reminders of the torture your false religious reign
Political lobotomy of the wasteland ma**es
d**h for you and me while the guilty go free
You sit upon your throne you sit there like the who*e
Visions of your conquest a reality unknown
I deny your evil hands I will not bow and crawl
I stand upon the rock in him I shall not fall
Fighting for the right to breath the air so pure
I want to live not die from your evil hands
You disgust me with your putrid ways
Filth pain sadness flow through your wretched veins