You invoke your god You kneel before the crucifix Praying loud A thousand prays that don't exist It makes me sick When you caress that cross Wearing it around your neck My fingers itch Want to break your fucking neck I would love to kill you Taste the fist of hell Awaits you does Misery Dead fucking the dead in the house of god Born a Christian, you were already dead from the start Like a parasite, you feed from others Suffering, I will deliver to you Stand in my way and I will give you some pain Like you never have felt it before I hate your existence I hate your existence I hate your existence I hate your existence