Infested

Myths, lies & hypocrites

Infested
When I was a kid things were so different,
Everyone's a friend, everyone's innocent,
I remember singing prayers in school assembly,
This almighty god exists, you don't think no different.
Fairytale stories drilled in to my skull,
Not one word was true, not fuckin' one,
So I ask my self this shit everyday
How can you all let Jesus get in your way?

God won't answer your fuckin' prayers,
Your logical mind tells you this is true.
But you were delusioned from such an early age
And your scared about what might not happen to you.
You fuckers keep relying on this fuckin' faith
But when your times up you won't leave this place.
You'll join the rest of us, buried with a spade,
A feast for all the bugs in your rotting grave!

God won't answer your prayers
And you can't escape this place.
Myths and lies and hypocrites
I'll give your religion a miss.

I know its sad for you to believe its the end,
But there ain't no reward, so why fuckin' pretend.
You keep on fuckin' praying and singin' yer hymns,
Whilst I enjoy my life committing yer sins.

God won't answer your prayers
And you can't escape this place.
Myths and lies and hypocrites,
I'll give your religion a miss

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