Nothing Here is Held Sacred

Worm, leech upon the back of God
Malignant wretch reaching every thought
I conjure (I conjure)
A resentment of the imperfect body
The ever-grasping hand of flesh towards the sun
The final word shall be writ in my blood (My blood)
A resentment of all I thought was holy

Your prayers mean nothing
I am the antithesis
Bitch

Sink deep into your sleep
And never shall you wake again

I am the antithesis
I am above your fate
This is the path I've chosen
This world I shall create
Nothing held sacred except the carnal lust for war
Nothing held sacred, a truth that you will all abhor
You must know your failure to truly see

And now I stand upon this world I've created
And now I see as clear as day my hatred
Bitch
And now I see that nothing here is sacred
Nothing here is held sacred now

Nothing here is held sacred now
Nothing here is held sacred now
Nothing here is held sacred now