Slutbox

Sum Of Sin

Slutbox


Burning crosses on the steeple make non believers of the people 
Appoint the surrogate son to power then stir the dirt to kill the flower 
Tedious malignant games (snap) all your prayers go up in flames 
Searching for the sound of heaven the sum of sin adds up to seven

Closedmindedness breeds ignorance 
I'm living for the experience 
Hate what I stand for not what I'll be 
The rotten apple never falls far from the tree

Open the doors and close the mind personal beliefs undermined 
Confession bootes and cheap wine a drunken clergy man divine 
Black mass white mass blinding faith crossword crosses seal my fate 
Poisoning the holy water with jihad tactic holy slaughter

On a throne I'm the king - on a throne made of apathy I sing
The praises of the shunned and dead with poems dancing in my head 
In my dreams I'm the king except for all the things I've seen 
Shattered lives and broken dreams should make me smile or at least it seems (that)

Here's your church - here's your steeple - open the doors - but where's all of the people

Rotting crosses on the floor nothings left to pay the whore 
Can't you taste all the lore watching at the broken door 
Watching as the windows break nothings left to block the light 
You cannot taste this lying tongue because the fucking words are numb

Robbing crosses ebb the flow - bible studies i recall 
All the crosses on their face - all the abcessed salivate 
All the axes on the floor - on the altars dead people

(Praise him)

Laughing as your crosses burn