Diseased, wild and [bad word] 
You rely on a [bad word] 
misleading promise of better days 
Paid at the price of blood 

Lay it all to waste 
Forget the sinning saints 
Deliver me from the [bad word] hands 
Of a self-denying flock 

Now you wish I’d [bad word] and bend 
Under what you consider love 
But I’m the wolf preying upon the sheep 
And I’ll never stop my [bad word] claws 
From tearing you apart 

To holy words, I’ll never listen 
I’d rather laugh in your face 
Than follow blindly your decadent bunch of lies 

Don’t try to SAVE ME 
I’ll walk the bitter road 

THERE’S NO GOD 
WISE THE [bad word] UP