Putrid Ii: The Creek

God wills the creek to rise

Within this horrid world, you put your faith in hate
A god with vengeful taste
Wrought terror and doesn't blink
You're lying through your teeth
You pretend to think that He is just

Just a fucking freak who gets off on atrocity
His mind favors monstrosity
You look upon his canvas and paint him as loving
When every stroke of his brush is soaked in blood

Burned them at the stake
And pillaged all they could take
Man has never been too kind when it comes to opposed faith
I have never set my eyes on a page
For I don't waste my fucking time with narcissistic rage

Bleed Him out
Splayed for all to see
Hang the guts and watch all their hearts sink
Bled Him out
Yet they're on their knees
Hung the guts and still they refuse to see

Kingdom built on bricks made of glass
I pray the cracks will show
And when they do, I'll be there in the wreckage as the shards scatter like snow

Within this horrid world, you put your faith in hate
A god with vengeful taste