Execrable Lord Pretender 歌词

Who needs your promised land Conception of crippled worms Execrable lord-pretender I take life by the handful I will commit My flesh to the earth Don't You dare to glance at them Feed Yourself with meat of Your sheep Hands off Our kids! They'll decide themselves Compassion is Your sign You fucking plague Schizofrenia self-admiration sham suffering Look at Yourself Your mystery of love is guarded by army of eunuchs and subordinate whores Apparently You created them to resemble You This is the plain truth We'll sacrifice Our bodies to the nature Our souls will exist freely in Hell! We don't need Your fucking promised land