Malignant - Apostasy

A helping hand from an ignorant father, results in your misery

Born and race with saying grace, oh please god help thee!

Your private parts are missing skin, how sacred you are

Seeing in believing, unfortunately my friend, your digging your own grave

No matter how, no matter what, at the end all just puppets in this lifelong

Circus

Blindfolded eyes, with heavenly disguise

Iiiaaahhh

You backstabbing son of a bitch, how can you live with who you are?

Dedicate your life to the greatest lie of all?

Judging men for thinking different!

Casting your shadow over human landscape

Catching every moment for a chance to destroy

Oooohhh it’s not meant to be To fold your hands and get down on your knees

Ooohhh help me father 'cause I have sin

I think we better cut of some more of my skin