Crucified by your lies crushed by the hands of god voices grow as i descend from heaven your children suffer choking on your words that cut through the mind my poached soul is pushed
Towards this god's hell i ask no forgiveness as i rest upon the
Cross and suffocate on the blood of your dead son
Towards this god's hell i ask no forgiveness as i rest upon the
Cross and suffocate on the blood of your dead son
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