The Harvesting

Empirical misconception resulting from anarchy
Perpetual trepidation rash mentality (rash!)
Puella, possessed cadaver
Hear the lies of the Vatican
Cure our fear with lies
Convince the meek it's just the test of a deity

Lies of the Vatican
Show faith in The Lord, bow!
Place your proud head upon the soil of God
The cure will be found in death
Burn the spawn of Satan
Burn the spawn of Satan!

Hope! It died tonight
They'll burn their own fucking children
Hope! It died tonight
Nail the spawn of Satan to the cross
These vessels are not your children
Their venom spat straight from a serpent's tongue

When the story was told the damage was done
Salvation, nailed to a burning cross!
Cold dead eyes, from the victims of immortality
Putrid smiles crack the skin!
Let the evil begin!
Crucifixion of the children they are burned alive

They don't squirm they just smirk as the fires rise
There is pain it is evident in their eyes
We watch as they die!
Pain, turns to pity
Then suddenly silence turns to screams, humanity restored!
Burning rotten skin, I feel sick

They're not dying, just screaming
Religion was wrong, wrong! We were wrong
Now, we're all infected!