You ripped the soul from the child in me You ripped the soul from the child in me Bow down to the land of the free Bow down to the world that made me Bow down to the world that made me Bow down to the world that made me Bow down to the world that made me
Bury the nails into the one like me Consecrating the lies exalts false prophecy Tearing apart of man and all his goals Offers benedictions and wills to plague your...
Soul is made, in God The taste of sulfur and rain The Christ now turns on man And brings him pain
You ripped the soul from the child in me You ripped the soul from the child in me
A gun to the temple of a world enslaved By the lies that bind us to a faded hope Ensures the perversion that you try to hide Will become as dust that will fade in time
To take This world Of hate Of torture Our fate Will rest in hands That sow the seeds of rape
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