Our Father, Who Art of Feces

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Année2012
Durée2:43
Langue originaleAnglais
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Blessed be the ones who show no remorse The lecherous mongrels that serve your cause To worship and idolize a pile of decay To rob infertile minds of any sense of reality Your fraudulent joke exposed Where is your savior A deceit so picturesque and pertinently skewed Like a vulture you prey on the weak The culmination of hypocrisy Lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies Haven't centuries of bullshit been enough Nothing but crud in retrospect The blessing you have left Our father who art of feces The rich get richer, the poor poorer Haven't centuries of torment been enough Nothing but shit in retrospect The curse you have left Are father who art of feces Where is your fucking savior Where is your savior now For he brings damnation A reality so disconnected and permanently screwed Like a vulture you prey on the week The culmination of all thy greed Lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies Haven't centuries of bullshit been enough Nothing but crud in retrospect The blessing you have left Our father who art of feces