Visions of the past rise up amongst the pain
Reminders of the torture your false religious reign
Political lobotomy of the wasteland masses
Death for you and me while the guilty go free
You sit upon your throne you sit there like the whore
Visions of your conquest a reality unknown
I deny your evil hands I will not bow and crawl
I stand upon the rock in him I shall not fall
Fighting for the right to breath the air so pure
I want to live not die from your evil hands
You disgust me with your putrid ways
Filth pain sadness flow through your wretched veins
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