- cifra
We can bring the apocalypse
In our Vatican in line six
We're the face of the end of time
We can burn and leave no ash behind
Now it's butcher time
We were never Satanists
Never bit on the Christian myth
You don't see how there one in the same?
You pigs just drive us all insane
Now it's butcher time
I think we'll just shut you up
You'll never see anything quite like this
A big fucking shit colored sky
That rains constant cyanide
Now it's butcher time
The devil lives in Rome
The devil cloaked in robes
Who do you control?
You can't control your own priests
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Can't fool the world again
The book is fuckin' dead
Lying and smiling and fucking
It's all about control
Useless and boring
Knee deep in Christian shit
Christians and Catholics
A plague that scars the world
Killers and rapists
Your priests are uncontrolled
The devil lives in Rome
The devil cloaked in robes
