Rotting Idols

No way to ease the pain, kill the hate
Fuck your faith, a bullet straight to your brain
I won’t be weak enough to the walk the line
So while you pray for the light, I’ll watch your idols die

Born to follow, born to fail
Too blind to see guilt weighs you down in the end
Give up on your prophecies and tear’em to shreds
I won’t be force fed with your mindless killing tales

No gods, no masters
No saints, we’re all bastards
I’ll never submit to your holy ghost
Death to your slave parade
No gods, no masters

I’ll bring your heads back to hell
Piss and spit on your divine authority
Kiss the flames, scorn defeat
Smash your idols
Show no fear, no control, just burn it out
Serve no one, worship nothing

No gods, no masters
No saints, we’re all bastards
I’ll never submit to your holy ghost
Death to your slave parade
No gods, no masters

Faithless until the grave
Forever live this life unchained
No gods, no masters

Broken hopes and frozen bones
It’s all we are when death comes
No gods
No masters