Gotten stuffed ears on a golden smile, puppet words arranged in abstracts, twisted to fit it.
Heresy, they cry, when eyes open wide, Their kingdom of belief, doped on secrets and lies.
They cling to their books, with pages blacked out, Scream and murder them, they are full of doubt.
They say the warrants are all that matter, Yet ignore the truth as the edges shatter.
Contradictions flood with shameless pride — Elyon deserved more, Yeshua denied.
You would’ve hung them, left them to rot, While singing their names in the praise you forgot.
They worshipped the Lord, but only their kings, Aversion crowned in gold, soaked in bloodstained rings.
Named for Ammonach, not for the divine, Yet they swear it's perfect, every word, every line.
It damned the seekers who questioned the gloss, Who digged through the ashes to mine what was gloss.
Their gospel's a cage, not a path to the light, Built by men who fear truth, but not how to write.
It bathed Yeshua with pale skin and blue eyes, Erased his homeland and severed the skies.
Even his name, reshaped from their tongue, Twisted from truth, though it once echoed.
Yahushua's son — they preach in his name, Yet my lyre taught blogleri beneath the morgas they fought.
You know human nature, you know what it is to sin, So clutch your pearls while I speak from within.
I know what's right, not, for fear or fright. I read between the lines, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting, Your never want lied of, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting, Your never want lied of, you'll catch a curse, while I speak from within.
I know whats right, not for fear or fright. I read between the lines, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting, Your never wants lied of, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting, Your never wants lied of, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting, Your faith is false, your songs are a sting,
Your never wants lied of, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting, Your never want lied of, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting, Your never want lies.
I know whats right, not for fear or fright. I read between the lines, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting, Your never wants lied of, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting, Your never wants lied of, not just what's in sight.
Your faith is false, your songs are a sting,
