The devil in their pockets,
They hence forth to doors
where they're [bad word] to trade their life for a Book
filled with lies and murderous intention,
twisted realities where the [bad word] is false
a simple question provokes the death penalty,
Overwhelmed by rejection bewildered by disbelief,
With heavy sound of feet they approach with learned stealth
caring for nothing but the heroin high

I'm testifying.
Their prayed sins
strive forgiveness
the others in temples of arrogance.

We have the [bad word] they proclaim as their foes tell differing storeys.
Read their books filled with insanity and conflict unnumbered
then look into their junkie eyes.

Nothing I say will appease the Beast
lurking behind the message of [bad word] dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death
disguised in light, a sighed relief,
passes my lips the beasts of the forest have been kept at bay.

Appease the beast!

Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door
on the message of death disguised in light,
a sighed relief passes my lips
the beasts of the forest
Has been kept at bay for at least one more day
nothing I will say will appease the beast
lurking behind the message of peace
dripping evil from the tongue
swiftly closing the door on the message of death.