• Bleeding statues see
    You righteous envy me
    What was written on the stone
    Make blood that broke the throne

    Death threat doves over land
    And Wormwood pebble in the sand
    Calm the winds at sea
    And throw your stones at me

    You bible thumping sores
    Buried in your whores
    Filling up your bottomless holes
    With petty fool's gold

    Your wine becoming blood
    Your bread turns to mud
    The weak upon their knees
    And pray a new disease

    The blind follow your signs
    Burning crosses in their minds
    Saint puppet on a string
    Crown of thorns for the king

    I stole heaven's keys
    And nailed them to a tree
    Your Christ doesn't see
    That your sinners follow me

    Your king is a bore
    Your queen hates the world
    This holy family shines
    With seven deadly lies

    The Gospels that they preach
    Are feeding all you sheep
    But your father and your son
    Wish you were never born