The Promethean Burden 歌词

I rose from dust and dirt, my skin is withered and chapped I bear the promethean burden, my eyes follow the Morning Star With my stiffed fingers I force myself to puke, I need to vomit out blood and flesh of Christ I feel disgust looking at the cross, my ears rot from sanctified lies I rised from misery and pain but my will is stronger than steel With my stiffed fingers I force myself to puke, I need to vomit out blood and flesh of Christ I don't invert your sick morality, I build my own on the hardest rock I don't speak your poisoned words, I call the things as they really are Your church has been built on mud, your apostels fail you believe in the lie Your dreams of Eden are your biggest curse Your desire of redemption eats you like cancer, your fear of death is your punishment Your sins are like leashes to hold you as dogs With my stiffed fingers I force myself to puke, I need to vomit out blood and flesh of Christ I bring the rebellion - follow me, build on me I bring the rebellion - follow me, leave the slavery I bring the rebellion against false sanctity.