This Is Heresy

Immorality, soaked greedily at my throat
They shall lick the dust like serpents
Hold your tongue, get the behind me

Your church makes me vomit
Into the vertiginous abyss
Enfeebled by vice

Dear god allow me to show gratitude
For my fortunate eyes of truth

Lord, lord, how long shall the wicked...
Lord, how long shall the wicked...
...Triumph on earth?
Lord, how long shall the wicked triumph on earth?

These loathsome parasites, that cling to the cross
The cloth and the skin, soaked in the blood of men
Not the body of christ

This is heresy
This is heresy

I admit, in no way approval