Insurrection

Let me take you to your somberland father, let me atone for your
Sins
Put an end to your crusades and all your holy wars that you're
Fighting still
Getting rid the world of all your cancerous intent, making you pay
It is time for Insurrection, it's my duty to make sure you fail.

Prune fathers of war with too much power
The list of sins is long and the Devil would be proud.

You shall serve absolution with your life
For your penance you'll suffer for all time
Time to nail the usurper to the cross
To get free from your nuisance, then you die.

And you act a lesser vessel of your stale God to procure your
Wealth
Open the the doors to your communion to the weak in need of a
Helping hand
Their beliefs are based on everything that makes you stronger
Credulity reign
It is time for Insurrection, I'll be sated when I have you dead.

Time to let our faith regrow
Much easier to just let go
We've been watching as you traded welfare for riches
Gold and silver that've bought you repression since ancient Rome.

Prune - offerings of war, now the sheep is you
Insurrection of beliefs, as we discrown.

You shall serve absolution with your life
For your penance you'll suffer for all time
Time to nail the usurper to the cross
Insurrection Non Grata, still you die.

Prune - offerings of war, now the sheep is you
Insurrection of beliefs, as we do discrown.

Fathers of war with too much power
The list of sins is long and the Devil would be proud.