Diseased, wild and fucked You rely on a crutch A misleading promise of better days Paid at the price of blood
Lay it all to waste Forget the sinning saints Deliver me from the sadist hands Of a self-denying flock
Now you wish I’d crumble and bend Under what you consider love But I’m the wolf preying upon the sheep And I’ll never stop my fucking claws From tearing you apart
To holy words, I’ll never listen I’d rather laugh in your face Than follow blindly your decadent bunch of lies