Worship Lyrics
- Genre:Metal
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
The son spewed in resurgence
In a corner of this pale blue dot
Prophesized for millenia
To return to a region of rot
A land of the free where shepherds spit psychopathy
Twisting his teachings to hate
In their foul-tongued speech
A nation of the brave where
Disciples ingest insane intrigue
Finding false gods to adulate
Til their twisted agenda takes reach
While he's always been a convincing god
His audience has turned into a mob
No matter how much he pleads and implores
They want to see his flesh turn to gore
A land of the free where shepherds spit psychopathy
Twisting his teachings to hate
In their foul-tongued speech
He is no saint
No idol to worship
He is no saint
No idol at all
The first stone was cast
Bruising the flesh on his face
Nails driven through bone
A true fall from grace
A martyr
Crucified by his followers
The lord
Slain slaughtered and gored