God To The Illfated -

Blood on the wall, whipping the thrall

Chain us, regain us — you’re better than all

Bled me in vain, disccard as a stain

No honesty, no respect

Who believes in all your pain?

Smother the weak, outlaw the freak

Killanthrope, misanthrope, bare catastrophe

Blood on the wall, whipping the thrall

Action deems reaction you will see

Fuck your lies lies lies, fuck your crucifix

Monolithic six six six

Fallen from grace, thorn scratching your face

God to the ill-fated

That what you’ve got, all that I’m not

Ache for this, break for this

Leave you to rot

Blood-tasting breath, sleepless on meth

A blister, some transistor —

Angelhead and full of death

No fashion demand, tattered and banned

Hostile, defiled, you can’t understand

That what you’ve got, all that I’m not

You want to be us but could never be

Twist and contort the within —

Our enemy fears for his skin

Twist and contort to win —

Stapleshut to sin the within