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A herd of imbeciles
Searching for the man-god to worship
As if their own imagined god was not enough
Looking for their silhouettes on the earth
Give your money, sell your soul
Rapture in stupid rituals
Quench the lust of the holy pig
Whose carcass has been raped
The most ignominious of the collective movement
In the command of the shitfaced sheikh
Give your property, sell your body
The most ignominious of the social hypnosis
Ravenous morons
The endpoint of this total madness
How intertwined with its hideous body
How blessed are they
How blessed are they
Cult of lust
The most ignominious of the collective movement
Cult of lust
An army of desperate wretches
Drowning in a cesspool
The endpoint of collective madness
Hypnotized inactive brains
Take our money, our souls and our body
Bless us and grant us the holy kingdom
Bless us and grant us the holy kingdom
You thought that fucking god was true
You thought you'd pray to him always
With your god's gone for thousands of years
You thought only your god was true
You thought you'd pray to him always
With your god's gone, for thousands of years
You create, you create a new god for yourself
A new god for yourself
Cult of lust
The most ignominious of the collective movement
Cult of lust
An army of desperate wretches
Drowning in a cesspool
The ending point of collective madness
Hypnotized inactive brains
Take our money, our souls and our body