Pathology - Torment In Salvation lyrics

Consumed by self-righteousness, Questioning our morality. Ripping away the idea of our existence, Like Christ was ripped from the womb. Prayer is a f**ing crutch, A safety net for the weak. Close-minded and blinded, By the ideals we keep. The perverse and twisted concepts, Ingrained in our minds, Eating away at us like a cancer. Disgorging words from aeons ago, There is no hope in their words, No answers can be found. Their saviour is a tyrant, A ruler of the peons he enslaves, There is only everlasting Torment in finding salvation