Who will save the fucking saviorHenchmen have no more causeBurried in a soiled cloth, casket is too crowdedEyelid demon. accompany the tripCrowded casket, empty confessionalCrowded casket, empty confessionalYou know what they fucking preachIt will mean not one thing to us, when we are deafDeafen ourselves, whore's nose is growing longerWhat will we see. liars preaching to us. It's won't mean a thingBloodlust chorus sings we won't hearThe defeaning