Where the slime live (They are the lowest forms of life) Where the slime breed (They make a new one too corrupted) When the wind blows (The winds of truth are blowing now) And the cradle falls... down Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lines Their poison lingers What a tragedy when their fingers are removed Where the slime live Their burning dogma Introducing to our mind - lies They plot for the total control of the morals And what a tragedy when the god-heads are removed. They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see They burn I see the smoke of the funerals rising God lives in their heads now laid to rest What a sight As their kingdom comes tumbling down We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone! Long gone are the filthy liars Long gone are their filthy lies I know theyll come again some day Where the slime live and how the slime gets washed away
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 14:39:50 +0000
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