A shallow empty sect cowering on your knees.
A god in sheep's wool.
Hearts empty to the floor.
When you're praying in your stalls with empty eyes,
No god can save you, your hope's a f**ing lie.
To die faithful and fearful.
Your conscience blessed with the spite of holiness.
You're high and mighty, you're a f**ing mess.
Bring me your palehorse, bring me your crimson who*e.
Empty shallow words, cruelty writ larger than life ruled by fear of god.
Where is a god that fails your faith,
Where is your god with every f**ing word.