Christianity

Sour is the taste of Christianity
Perfect is the look of it's own vanity

Hypocrites Standing in rows
Sucking in the preachers false prose

Golden crucifixes on altars
Proof of the religion that won't falter

Faggots hiding under the pews
From a god that doesn't believe in what is true

A god that doesn't feel
A god that doesn't see what is real

Aborted souls stare at their mothers
Which pray to their god for their souls not to be smothered.