[Intro]
...but let me tell you... there are some sins that even your imaginary God can never forgive

[Verse]
Hir talons rip the sky's paunch, gutting it, turning it’s silver-lining
Black
Raining guts and gore on all of the believers
How the blood boils, seeps through the cracks
They're choking on bile from what they have said
Choking on gallons of vomit
Passed down for generations