Decapitated Disciples Lyrics

Fucked up
Tied up
Ropes begin to cut
Blood now showing
Disciples of Christ
Not knowing
Blades on the table
One for each member
Twelve priests for me
To dismember
His head
Need to be
Chopped off the spine
Walk up to him
Hands and legs
So tight with the bind
A cross
Your religion is done
Head on the floor
Fuck it
Followed by four more
Seven left
Five headless
Though the gag
Mumbled prayers
Welcome to my world
Nightmares
Hollowed cries
Christ and followers
The ones I despise
Two in a row
With one blow
Two more on the floor
A pause
A break from my sin
I open a bible
Then start reading
Lies
Lies
All from the past
Throw it to the floor
Used up folklore
Now to the weak
Pull his head back
A tear and a snap
A blade though the neck
His body is shaking
Sudden heart attack
Four left
The next one is old
Important man in time
Decapitated the head
Severed right of the spine
Their group began it started with twelve
To focus on beliefs
Which they fucking upheld
A fucking disgust
People live this way
To go to heaven
You must vive as such
Fuck you
Fuck them
Fuck god
That is my hymn
Walk up to two
One on each side
My hands on their necks
Think to yourselves
What would come next
Struggle mother fucker, struggle
Fingers force through the skin
Collapsed windpipe
Air growing thin
Back and forth with each wrist
The heads are removed
With no fucking resist(acne)
One is left
The last on the list
He sits in shame
His life all that is around
Look around
If this is his
Dream
What a fucking mess
In god’s name
I ask you
Is what he has shown you
His best
You fool
believe in your eyes
Look straight forward
And not to the skies