Текст песни Imagika - Worship

Текст:

Now it's too late This one called god has forsaken me Twisting inside To pull and tear and rip with demise Conscious of fear No one can break you so hard so clear Feed me my rights To feel more shame in a filthy lie Religion taking its toll Possession destroys the soul...Worship Hell is the price To indulge pleasure wrong or right Confess your guilt To a man who lives outside of your world Access denied Your pro-life choice and hypocrite lies Unknown to self A waste space like dust on a shelf How many times have you lied to yourself? You twisted around and blamed on Everyone else The time of need is yours to see Oh fuck you all! I'm the king of blaspheme

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