Hatred is the perfect word for everything I think of you,
You were conquered by my God, Prince of Darkness, arrogant fool,
Given the chance and given strength to do all that I wish to you, I'd shout with glee, show no mercy, and rip the filthy life from you.
Can you feel my anger?
Grows with each passing day.
Getting a grip on things,
Tightening our grip on things,
Satan has been beat,
Focus less on his power and more on his defeat.
I'd start by stabbing seven times for every single lie you've said,
For lust of eyes I'd pluck out yours, for lust of flesh I'd split your head,
For loneliness I'd seal your ears, for bitterness I'd burn you,
For capital punishment of unborn I'd take the sword and run you through.
Can you see our numbers?
We grow with each passing day.
Getting a grip on things,
Tightening our grip on things,
Satan has been beat,
Focus less on his power and more on his defeat.
For bigotry I'd paint you black, yellow, white, and red,
For oppression of my brethren I'd tie a noose around your neck.
In a corner we see a child and the father who beats the wife,
No one yet can see the effect this has upon his life,
Twenty years down the road he's a living example of his father,
Lives his life by the drink of the bottle and beats his two year old daughter...and I can see your name between the lines.
Broken bodies fill bloodied files where billions of soldiers die,
Lizards fill the fields, buzzards fill the skies,
Just what have we accomplished? Just what have we become?
Satisfied nothing but our selfish greed and killed our very children...and I can hear you laughing all the while.
Verse you know and heed, the words of God: "Vengeance is mine,"
Your time will come.
