God Complex

The blood on your hands could never be washed away
Not even in the rain
The blood on your hands could never be washed away
Not even in the rain

Pathetic worthless waste of space
Too late to turn to faith
Repercussions of the past
You've lost your final chance

A chronicle of death and tragedy
hysteria that's gone awry
A wretched path of righteous blasphemy
massacre of righteous lies

Illusionist of what bestowed you
Wrapped up in your web of lies
Forget what was foretold you
Not even God will hear your cries

The agony you've succumb
Will never cease or fade
The monster you've become has reached its resting place

I'll decide what is divine
Thoughts of paradise
Result in your demise
Parasite
To the unmarked graves
Waste of life
You've reached the end of days

So in the end, was it worth it
Cursed
Useless acts of wrath and pain
Spineless fuck you don't know worship
Your last breath will be my name
Innocence laid to rest before you
Unaware you've gone insane
Conjurement of meaningless values
Through my hands and sacred fury will reign

Cauterization of thee descendants yet to come



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Rodriguez, Michael Kulakowski
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