Bow down to the land of the free
Bow down to the world 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 benediction 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
A gun to the temple of a world enslaved
By the ties 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 sew the seeds of rape
You ripped the soul from the child in me Bow down to the land of the free Bow down to the world 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 benediction 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 A gun to the temple of a world enslaved By the ties 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 sew the seeds of rape Explain Request ×
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