From the very day I heard your deceit and subtle lies,
From the moment you shocked me silent I burned to question, why?
Why? Why do you insist?
You persist in blasphemy of my Lord and God,
Take your opinions and empty accusations home and rot,
Your world is so perverted, nausea grips my stomach,
I think I'm gonna vomit,
To think I once took part in the narrow-mindedness of a hardened heart,
Why? Why?
Why the insults to my Lord?
There is no point without support,
Blaming God for faults of men,
You don't even understand,
Feeble point or shock effect?
Who do you benefit?
Profit off another's pain and bite the hand that seeks aid,
Lies, lies, lies, lies.
Motive - ego,
Knowledge - who knows?
Solution - zero,
Your goal - oh, so vague.
The band "millions of dead" whoever you are mumbling and grumbling about today,
Your music's fast and you're outspoken, but you have little or nothing to say,
And the boys from south of heaven, who knock TV preachers with every other word, come off so concerned and charge $20 for a t-shirt,
Deception, your breath holds,
Hypocrisy reeks thick and bold,
You don't care about anyone, but yourself,
You couldn't care less if I rot in Hell, or anyone else,
Why? Why?
Why the insults to my Lord?
There is no point without support,
Blaming God for faults of men,
You don't even understand,
Feeble point or shock effect?
Who do you benefit?
Profit off another's pain and bite the hand that seeks aid,
Lies, lies, lies, lies.
Motive - ego,
Knowledge - who knows?
Solution - zero,
Your goal - oh, so vague.
And the band named after the cow disease, so proud,
If you're without sin, then go ahead, cast your two cents in,
And half the bands in the Berkley mag on the bandwagon of the insult circus, of all the wrongs, you slag the right and lose us to your purpose,
If you're so wise, then solve my troubles,
Instead you ask more needless questions and my troubles double,
You serve only to confuse; give us something we can use,
Why? Why?
Why the insults to my Lord?
There is no point without support,
Blaming God for faults of men,
You don't even understand,
Feeble point or shock effect?
Who do you benefit?
Profit off another's pain and bite the hand that seeks aid,
Lies, lies, lies, lies.
Motive - ego,
Knowledge - who knows?
Solution - zero,
Your goal - oh, so vague.
