Heretics Lyrics

Marg bar shah

Get down

Burn the sick

The ugly and the few

Inseparable heretics

Nothing you can do

There's always a price to pay for your convict-driven convictions, you see

We paid

We swallowed

Now look at me

Step up, what'cha gonna do?

If I'm a heretic, man, what the fuck are you?

What the fuck are you?

Your ways, sacred and cruel

If I'm a heretic, man, what the fuck are you?

My pride

It stands unbroken

My life

It won't be stolen

You can't decide who I am

Go shove your "half a man"

I won't be the rotten offspring

Struck down and taken for nothing

Your walls, too weak to contain my lust, my pride

My anger and my pain

Step up, what'cha gonna do?

If I'm a heretic, man, what the fuck are you?

(I've lived, I've bowed, I've given enough)

All I want is to revolt

Burn me down, heretics

Fever dream liberate

The summit burns with pride and rage

Bleeding in the Silver Age

Spiteful children of the rage

Heretics

Newborn satanist

Kill all you once knew

These cuts

Catalyst

Nothing you can do

Try me

Kill me

Fuck me

I won't

Give in to

Get up and realize

There's only me

Step up, what'cha gonna do?

If I'm a heretic, man, what the fuck are you?

All I want is to revolt

Burn me down, heretics

Fever dream liberate

The summit burns with pride and rage

Bleeding in the Silver Age

Spiteful children of the rage

Heretics

Azadi!

Burn me down

You burn me

Heretics