Fake Religion Songtext
von Morticide

"We pray to thee our God this day, for the blessings you provide
But from ashes to ashes, and from dust to dust, so it must be
But keep this woman, oh kings of kings, beneath thy almighty wings
Oh God, the spirit of all our joys
The cause of our delights, the glory of our darkest nights, and the comfort at times like these"

Disasters, division, no human gemini
Your false religion leads us to genocide
Enternally fucked, no exceptions
Unless you consider war love and affection

Believed by the sheep, you own the herd
Don′t need to say another word
Manipulate them, more for yourself
Keep your slaves feeling like themselves

Where is your God when thousands are dead
Your fake religion is fucking dead

You pathetic sheep


Your prayers will never be answered
Don't even waste your breath
There is no God to save you
In the moment of death

Suicide is a sin, I wonder why
If I′m depressed you should just let me die
Fake sheep, don't abide
We'll pray for them, even though we want them to die

You pray to a God that you cannot see
The holy day is not Sunday
The holy day′s not any day
Real, your religion cannot be

Where is your God when thousands are dead
Your fake religion is fucking dead

Where is your God when millions are dead
Your fake religion is fucking dead

No we won′t
Pray for you

Years of our lives wasted
Believing in this bullshit
Bible, the book of lies
It's time to see religion die