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