Inflatable God

Murder myself
Again and again
Shattered the illusion
Of original sin
Born from a tomb
And buried back in the womb
Like a parasite we're
Compelled to consume
Cutting yourself
Right down to the bone
Laugh as you bleed
And know that you're not alone
It's another attack
And there is no turning back
Because the hangman rope
Don't cut no slack
Go

Word is the law
Stuck in your craw
Knife in your back
And your back to the wall
Bigger you get
Harder you fall
It doesn't really matter
If it matters at all

You are nothing
If we are what we do
And I don't care
About you-know-who
Suck on the Netzach
And give me some Hod
You poor little sod
With your inflatable God
Defaced, disgraced
Falling from grace
You cut off your nose
To spite your face
I can't recant
For everything I resent
So I'll never relent
And I will never repent
Go

Word is the law
Stuck in your craw
Knife in your back
And your back to the wall
Bigger you get
Harder you fall
It never really mattered
If it mattered at all

Word is the law
Stuck in your craw
Knife in your back
And your back to the wall
Bigger you get
Harder you fall
It never really mattered
If it matters at all