Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow

Your god has fallen from grace
I wish he was real so I can spit in his face
Dead three days and refuses to rise
A failure in his father’s eyes
God’s eyes lie in the Devil’s hands. x4
Humanity’s downfall is a trust in a God that isn’t there
We are disease of this earth
Scatter the ashes and shatter the bone as I reclaim my rightful place upon
His throne
God’s eyes lie in the Devil’s hands. x4
I don’t have faith in Him but I believe in your failures
Your king on high is lower than low. x3