Bleeding the world of its bright young future
At the wax pulpit formed by hands exploring
The bodies of ones not fit
For consenting
Neatly tucked inside the crosshairs of lost morality
Model citizens, we've gathered here today for our next Antichrist reveal
This one happens to be someone you know, he's given you solace and helped you heal
But this priest is nothing more than a spineless eel
Slithering slime through the congregate children until he's had his fill
Gods most righteous will fall down to hell
I didn't know you could hide in a place this holy
The van helsing of this land is made as me
Vatican vampires preying on the weak
Father Roger Matassoli will get the most restless sleep
Choking on the pointed end of sharpened
Stolen dreams of the now broken youth
Crucify the gods and all their servants
Everything employed by faith is worthless
I've never been as disgusted as I am with the church