Bound to the tool you use to calculate
You deny yourself the right to celebrate
Only a tool, the rest is your decision;
But like a fool you kill your God and worship your religion!
True religion, look around you,
You who preaches the original sin;
You who has but a non-committal crew
Of those without strength, who gave in;
Understand the reality of life,
Ask and ye shall receive;
You live in your own imagined strife,
And speak as though you believe...
The cross, the star of David, the pentagram,
Allah, Jehovah, and the one you call I AM
Blindness is a singular gravity well,
Antediluvian road to hell!

Neo lumine, my declaration;
Deo domine, storm the stagnant pond;
Chaos angel's reverbation
Break the waters, break the bond
They call me back,
They want my company,
I call them on
Will they follow me?
Church of elders
And a younger one
Pharisees
Singing praises to the Son?
They worship youth
But follow Father
If Jesus came
It wouldn't matter
All I ever do is fight
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right
They want me back in their light -
I'LL MAKE THEM FOLLOW ME!
Church of elders, time to call
Truth to rise, religion fall
Second coming, over all
I BRING INSANITY!
I BRING CHAOS!
I BRING CHANGE!
TO THE CHURCH OF ELDERS!!

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