Exodus
Gospels sing songs of wisdom and shepherd fates
A feeling felt yet so serene it's fucking absent to me
Preachers tell their children it's okay
A wicked shallow charge that's always haunting me
Sleep and wander throughout these brief nights
A curse for blessed men and their hollow crooked knights
Smear the world with all of this impish faith
A story told for a time until it's rectified
Is this what you meant when you said
To get on my knees
When the all knowing messenger pleads repentance
Drain the essence of reality from the inside
Crusaders waging a war on the blind
They crumble into pieces
They will not survive
In what world did you think that they wouldn't rebel
The minds of mothers could always tell
Your blinded faith in God won't end the years of pain
The hate you spread on those holy lips
Cease to sound like songs you sing in his church
Their mind, their bodies
So shut your fucking putrid mouth
Gospels sing songs of wisdom and shepherd fates
A feeling felt yet so serene it's fucking absent to me
Preachers tell their children it's okay,
A wicked shallow charge that's always haunting me
Sleep and wander throughout these brief nights
A curse for blessed men and their hollow crooked knights
Smear the world with all of this impish faith
A story told for a time until it's rectified
And I wrote these fucking words
In hope your mother will find them
Whatever happened to separation of church and state
The crime, the crime
Condemning women to relive their own rape
Distain their reign
A feeling felt yet so serene it's fucking absent to me
Preachers tell their children it's okay
A wicked shallow charge that's always haunting me
Sleep and wander throughout these brief nights
A curse for blessed men and their hollow crooked knights
Smear the world with all of this impish faith
A story told for a time until it's rectified
Is this what you meant when you said
To get on my knees
When the all knowing messenger pleads repentance
Drain the essence of reality from the inside
Crusaders waging a war on the blind
They crumble into pieces
They will not survive
In what world did you think that they wouldn't rebel
The minds of mothers could always tell
Your blinded faith in God won't end the years of pain
The hate you spread on those holy lips
Cease to sound like songs you sing in his church
Their mind, their bodies
So shut your fucking putrid mouth
Gospels sing songs of wisdom and shepherd fates
A feeling felt yet so serene it's fucking absent to me
Preachers tell their children it's okay,
A wicked shallow charge that's always haunting me
Sleep and wander throughout these brief nights
A curse for blessed men and their hollow crooked knights
Smear the world with all of this impish faith
A story told for a time until it's rectified
And I wrote these fucking words
In hope your mother will find them
Whatever happened to separation of church and state
The crime, the crime
Condemning women to relive their own rape
Distain their reign
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