Heathen

Who are you, to judge the person I am?
When you look at yourself
There’s nothing of a man
Always on his knees
I see the lies, embedded in sin
Cast down from the sky, into a hell within, foreign tongues
Forsaken me to hell, for what we believe
We are the begotten for what we cannot see
We cannot see
This is what we deserve
We are the black sheep, of the herd
Preparing the purge
I see the lies, embedded in sin
Cast down from the sky, into a hell within, foreign tongues
Forsaken me to hell
We are begotten, tormented, forgotten, for what we believe
For what we believe
For what we believe
The church is a lie
But that doesn’t mean that what I believe is not the same as you perceive
You’re all cowered in fear, force-fed lies
Heretic, where is your mind?
Walk down the line
Face your demise!
Do you see yourselves, always on your knees?
Blinded by a church, who forces you to believe
Fuck