The Thrashin' Of The Christ

Lyrics

Come to save our souls, you say
Or are we just prey?
Should we serve? A lie absurd
Called the holy word
Jesus Christ, you're out of luck
Let's thrash that fuck!
Can't they see what it's come to be?
Preachers drowning in a sea of pity
But when we rise from the cloud of lies
We'll crush the church and take back our lives
Come to save our souls, you say
Or are we just prey?
Should we serve? A lie absurd
Called the holy word
Hide behind the cross, telling lies of the absurd
How many altar boys are fucked before your time is served?
How often do you hear of some pastor's sudden fall from grace?
Crying on TV with smeared make-up running down his face
More and more, the evidence is piling up
That organized religion is just a den for the corrupt!
Can't they see what it's come to be?
Preachers drowning in a sea of pity
But when we rise from the cloud of lies
We'll crush the church and take back our lives
Your kingdom come will never cum
Your sense of faith slowly goes numb
Watching you rot from the insides
Patiently waiting your demise