Mountain Splitter

Dead in the ground
He's been there for always
Our god isn't holy
He's blasphemed

Tilling the soil
His blood and his oil
He stands ever still
He's empty

Dead in the ground
He's been there for always
Our god isn't holy
He's blasphemed

Tilling the soil
His blood and his oil
He stands ever still
He's empty

Dead in the ground
He's been there for always
Our god isn't holy
He's blasphemed

Tilling the soil
His blood and his oil
He stands ever still
He's empty

Kill the nonbeliever
Spoke the robed one
With his arms outstretched
Like the patron saint of bloodshed
Voice sweet and floral
Like the poison that it is
God wasn't even paying attention
Ride of the kings
The veil is unlifted
Our worship is hollow repeating

Great sleeping giant
Tradition defiant
We've lost not the words
Just the meaning

Ride of the kings
The veil is unlifted
Our worship is hollow repeating

Great sleeping giant
Tradition defiant
We've lost not the words
Just the meaning

Dead in the ground
He's been there for always
Our god isn't holy
He's blasphemed

Tilling the soil
His blood and his oil
He stands ever still
He's empty

Sacrifice another
Called the voices
With their words of wind
Their biblical hallucinations
Acolytes with daggers drawn
The ceremony ends
God wasn't even paying
God wasn't even paying
God wasn't even paying attention
Kill the nonbeliever
Spoke the robed one
With his arms outstretched
Like the patron saint of bloodshed
Voice sweet and floral
Like the poison that it is
God wasn't even paying
God wasn't even paying
God wasn't even paying attention



Credits
Writer(s): Ansh Goswami, Joe Medicus, Mark Pappas, Zef Zulty
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