Lyrics Dying Fetus

Dying Fetus

Invert The Idols

Minds seduced by scripture, masquerade as pawns

Rejecting each other, they take on many forms

Minions praising with compulsion, statues stand and stare

Holy hymns, incantations, rise into the air

High on the myths of the church

They never quite see where they are

Like God, their devil is an icon, for face-painting frauds

A holy ghost laugh, a fetish for the weak

Satanic overlords for paranoid freaks

Always ranting and obsessing, hiding from themselves

Living out their fantasy, morbidly indulged

High on the myths of the church

They never quite see where they are

Their devil is a joke in the real world

Where death is never far

Burn all the icons, fuck your fairytales

Cleanse your head of filth

Bred on illusion, fed on tradition pull the wool from your eyes