Come on, accuse me of curse for not believing
That your the crucifix of timber and the solution
Today i assume be damned, and paid a penance
For not believing that the saint of mud and a salvation
The worst part of a black altar,left me be created by dogs,
Which killed. and said in the name of god
The theater has yet to convince many, but the mask is falling, do not do anything until the truth be revealed
Each one with your thought do not am going to tell what it is right neither what is wrong
Centuries to spreading terror in the underworld, but i survived all the lies of the religious mafia
Now i will accuse them of fucking for not believing that my fables are the solutions
Assume be cursed, and pay the penance for believing that heaven of mud and washes brain save our souls
Fuck up
