In the burning churches I pray on my knees, at the broken altars in the basement heat. Follow a calling and hand over trust, in the burning churches we dance thru the dust. Properly conditioned and brought into the herd, with needles in our eyes our souls lie inert. Take me to the king I'm gonna cut his neck, take me to your god, I'm gonna cut his head. In the burning churches, that's where you'll find me, at the broken altars in the basement heat. I stare at god and spit in his face, don't want no forgiveness, stab me in my face. Properly conditioned and brought into the herd, with needles in our eyes our souls lie inert. Take me to your king I'm gonna cut his neck, take me to your god, I'm gonna cut his head. Won't pledge allegiance, beg to be heard, beg for forgiveness, treated like dirt. Beg to be valid, beg the elite, I ain't no deviant, no deviant creed. Do you eat just cause it's there? If it tastes of poison would you even care? What if you were starving, would you give in and rot with the poison? Take me to the king I'm gonna cut his neck, take me to your god, I'm gonna cut his head.
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