Behold! The march against Mosiac Law
And Crush! Idolatry with diatribe
Slaves! Lusting for the oracles of rapture
But I live to burn and cut the living flesh
My heart and gaze are fixing as I watch
The crimson drops trickle down and hit the sink
For this - my blood of the newest testament
Which is shed for many for the remission of sins
For the dragon Looms
Inside of my mouth
I shall be the head and tail
To cleave unto the stranger
To cleave unto the stranger
To cleave unto the stranger
To cleave unto the stranger
From within
For all have sinned and come short of the glory
For there is not a just man upon earth
That doeth good and sinneth not
For all the Wages of sin is life; But the gift of God eternal death
Even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world
That we should be unholy and blameful before him. In disgust
As he falls, he shall be utterly cast down: for the world upholdeth him with his hand
But we are all as an unclean thing
And all our righteousness's are as filthy rags
And we all do fade as a leaf
And our iniquities like the wind have taken us away
As it is written, there is none righteous, no, not one
For Whoever does not obey the sun
Shall not see life