Crusted Trust - The God That F...Dead | Текст песни

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They worship purity of soul
The faith keeps you under control
The Pope’s reading Bible, with mind without stain
While fucking out his daughter’s brain.
This man with his angelic smile
Has raped your mom, cock long as a mile,
Your personal goddess, perfect and nice,
Now she’s your problem, becoming godsize

Every human is a sinner
Reading prayers for a dinner
Acting like a fucking angel
You know your soul is in a danger
Burn in hell and die in flames
Satan doesn't play silly games
Your death will be the pay for sins
It's not the end - the fun begins

A nun keeps cross close to her chest
Fuck her with it, come , be her guest,
Jesus blood is all she drinks
In all these sins she fucking sinks.
She speaks with you in his calm voice
You know that now Hell is your choice.
The God is dead. Go fuck with Devil.
Discover the pleasure on a whole new level!

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