Crucifixated
How dare you look your God in the face
And say that I deserve this
Living your life in sin
I hope it gives the void some purpose
Look me in the eyes
And tell me I don't deserve paradise
Look me in the eyes
And tell me I don't deserve paradise.
So fixated on the cross,
You've forgotten what Christ looks like.
Your God looks down upon all of you
Passing judgment unto whom you deem lesser
Fucking worthless
Indulging pleasures of the flesh
Pushing the limit until its time to confess
Greed, rape, and murder
Is this the image of your father?
You hypocrite
Greed, rape, and murder
Pain built on the altar
May the left hand of God,
Strike you down from your high horse.
Prithee, be banned from the grace of whores.
Lamb of god, you are no more.
You claim to be a servant of god
You are no better than a godless heathen
You can't buy your way into heaven
With silver and gold
Filth has left its mark on our world
A demon wearing a cross
A holy holocaust
Decay wearing a robe
Bringing innocence to its tomb
How can you look your God in the face
And say that I deserve this
Living your life in sin
I hope it gives the void some purpose
May God strike you down, for your trepidation
Who are you to pass your judgement
On how I live my life
What makes you judge and jury
Fuck you self righteous cunts
If I'm damned I might as well make it count
Indulging in sin
I fucking love it
And say that I deserve this
Living your life in sin
I hope it gives the void some purpose
Look me in the eyes
And tell me I don't deserve paradise
Look me in the eyes
And tell me I don't deserve paradise.
So fixated on the cross,
You've forgotten what Christ looks like.
Your God looks down upon all of you
Passing judgment unto whom you deem lesser
Fucking worthless
Indulging pleasures of the flesh
Pushing the limit until its time to confess
Greed, rape, and murder
Is this the image of your father?
You hypocrite
Greed, rape, and murder
Pain built on the altar
May the left hand of God,
Strike you down from your high horse.
Prithee, be banned from the grace of whores.
Lamb of god, you are no more.
You claim to be a servant of god
You are no better than a godless heathen
You can't buy your way into heaven
With silver and gold
Filth has left its mark on our world
A demon wearing a cross
A holy holocaust
Decay wearing a robe
Bringing innocence to its tomb
How can you look your God in the face
And say that I deserve this
Living your life in sin
I hope it gives the void some purpose
May God strike you down, for your trepidation
Who are you to pass your judgement
On how I live my life
What makes you judge and jury
Fuck you self righteous cunts
If I'm damned I might as well make it count
Indulging in sin
I fucking love it
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Writer(s): Calvin Culpepper
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