Converge - Antithesis 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.