Apostasy Lyrics
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Album | The Mortality Model(2019) |
Type | EP |
Labels | Independent |
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2. Apostasy (3:16)
As I exit the womb all my free-thinking is placed in a tomb.
I grew up living a lie based on nursery rhymes.
I grew up wanting god to die a thousand times.
From the frozen north to the southern heat, wasted my life on a god that never did shit for me.
Your poor sense of faith may tell you you're saved but your perception of what's real is rotting in flames.
Force fed these lies brought me closer to my demise.
If he showed himself just maybe I'd believe
Clean up your mistakes you've left this world to grieve.
I admire the commitment, just wish you'd see through this facade
Like sheep to a herd
Like lambs to slaughter
No one will be saved, not even your martyrs.
Hanging from the cross
The sun sets low
I'll still be waiting
Waiting for him to choke.
For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son to die, and whoever believes in him shall perish and have eternal demise.
From the frozen north to the southern heat, wasted my life on a god that never did shit for me.
Your poor sense of faith may tell you you're saved, your perception of what's real is rotting in flames.
I grew up living a lie based on nursery rhymes.
I grew up wanting god to die a thousand times.
From the frozen north to the southern heat, wasted my life on a god that never did shit for me.
Your poor sense of faith may tell you you're saved but your perception of what's real is rotting in flames.
Force fed these lies brought me closer to my demise.
If he showed himself just maybe I'd believe
Clean up your mistakes you've left this world to grieve.
I admire the commitment, just wish you'd see through this facade
Like sheep to a herd
Like lambs to slaughter
No one will be saved, not even your martyrs.
Hanging from the cross
The sun sets low
I'll still be waiting
Waiting for him to choke.
For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son to die, and whoever believes in him shall perish and have eternal demise.
From the frozen north to the southern heat, wasted my life on a god that never did shit for me.
Your poor sense of faith may tell you you're saved, your perception of what's real is rotting in flames.
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- Murder Capital : Recording Engineer
- Keir Campbell : Mixing, Mastering Engineer
- Jorden Bergman : Artwork
- Dan Loewen : Artwork
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