trauma of the pious

his ties to his religion is a mask
a illusion meant to hide whats underneath
he will live eternally
if he does what the black book asks
well if that's true then he will die
and i hope that he dies soon

you are not a god
to anyone but you
you know that you're wrong
i dont have to tell you

blasphemy and baptisms in wine
in a confessional i'll take back what is mine
you fucked with me meticulous
so i couldnt cry or tell but
i'll walk you up the stairway to heaven
and ill push you straight down to hell

and i'll watch you fall
and burst open your nose
i thought you were a god
so whered the ichor go?

and you'll scream "dear god"
but i prefer the name
you cried when you took my hand and smiled and lied out
of the goodness of your christian heart
and now you want a brand new start
well are you happy with yourself
you move, i flinch, and you can tell
somebody ring notre dame's bells because
im married to the flames of my hatred