Artist: lamb of god
Song: preaching to the converted
The public wants what the public gets
Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into this world
Decry relativity damned petulant
For seeing through a Trojan horse
Full of Zyklon, while Judas' coffers overflow
What? New world
(Dis)
Order is nothing new
Choking on poison air pouring whiskey
Into crescent moon lacerations
Time to bite the hand that beats
Teach our children well, teach them to kill
Global jihad for a thousand years
Sanctified our blood spills
Sutured with commodities
Iron fist in silken glove ripping away autonomy
Replacing with a placebo
Realize that our wounds will never heal
While Judas' coffers overflow
