in the sleep, the soul screams inside a mental state,
turning alone in the nightmare dreams, eternal bleeding
the fate that washes them until they are clean, they obey,
in the shadows inside of the nightmares of the deceased,
are the shadows of the ones that are eternally diseased,
in the demon's eyes, the torment is forever feeding,
flowing of blood begins from the slashed wrists, suicide
in the chapel upon their knees, they close their eyes to hide,
Thinking that God loves them, but in truth tells them to burn.

in the mind is the God committing spiritual rape, a dagger fuck
the church refuses to accuse him of such a television crime,
only they remain upon their kness to obey with a knife in their cunt,
using a holy book to fend it off, but they are butt-fucked inside
they think that prayer is their only escape from the slavery, blind
only they will believe that the fucking rapture had already come,
pull out the goddamned .22, place it on their head and pull the trigger
in their pools of blood, they will then say that they are closer to God
on their knees to spread their legs, deeper the dagger will then go
cutting them from the inside -- nice and slow, cutting them from within

diseased -- as God will then give them a spiritual rape, a dagger fuck
sitting on the floor with a crucifix, saying, "Let the Christ child fuck."
turning to heaven, only to find themself burning from the start
that you will turn to me only when it is your turn to commit a suicide
inside the sleep, the slave screams inside of a mental state,
they try to speak but their voice had been cut, dagger across the throat,
they will turn within to listen to the words of their eternal fate,
inside of the tabernacle, are the altars of the human sacrifice,
where they lay is where God will begin to have fornication with a knife.
they try to scream, but their cords had been slashed -- flowing of blood

they are holding a .22 pistol to their throat, pull the mother fucking trigger,
upon their knees the slaves begin to pray to the motherfuck upon the cross,
pulling the trigger the pastor will say, "Come die with me -- obey, this commandment"
walking across the river Styx, they will bleed themselves to sleep -- spiritual rape
turning to the priest, they begin to obey the commandment of the baphomet,
inside of the chapel, upon their knees is another summoning -- a conjuring,
the slave screams inside of the tormented mental state, within their sleep
running the razor across their wrists as God begins to fuck them with a knife,
within the lies they cannot read between -- a lie behind the common belief,

in the shadows that they will learn like the witches in Salem had burned,
the eternal slave is screaming inside of a mental state, a spiritual rape,
the God is sitting there from above looking down and taking part in a fist fuck,
diseased -- are the ones inside of the spiritual rape, sexually transmitted,
the eyes of the scarlet whore welcoming the gratitude, the moonchild
of the ones that died by their own hand, I count the heads of the damned
running away, blood flowing from their wrists -- God fucking them with a dagger,
I am the one looking on -- call myself the bornless one, please take my hand
welcome to the land of the damned -- one of in the brimstone and fire,
pay all of your money to the one they called the spiritual liar, I will pull them down.