Holy Terror 가사

Highwire Trapeze Blood on Your knees Never fixtures Only passing gashes You're praying for nothing Cuz no one answers I see right through your halo stained lies Saintly wounded or an asthmatic cancer Mostly rumors except for the tumors The ones that the clergy couldn't deny I'm the zealot A stigmatic answer? Looking back on my soldiers Weapons raised and slash through the air Trance of ignorance finally broken We sacrifice many to save the few And I believe In above all things Exposing christianity It's wholly pathetic hateful nasty lemmings Disgusted with themselves Spitting their lies Through the bile of a hymn We're surrounded by hate and denial and sin And that's just the communion... And if there is... something... anything above We'd surely be welcome home Before any of you...