Here Come The Butchers

We can bring the apocalypse

In our Vatican in line six

We're the face of the end of time

We can burn and leave no ash behind

Now it's butcher time

We were never Satanists

Never bit on the Christian myth

You don't see how there one in the same?

You pigs just drive us all insane

Now it's butcher time

I think we'll just shut you up

You'll never see anything quite like this

A big fucking shit colored sky

That rains constant cyanide

Now it's butcher time

The devil lives in Rome

The devil cloaked in robes

Who do you control?

You can't control your own priests

You can't control your own priests

Can't fool the world again

The book is fuckin' dead

Lying and smiling and fucking

It's all about control

Useless and boring

Knee deep in Christian shit

Christians and Catholics

A plague that scars the world

Killers and rapists

Your priests are uncontrolled

The devil lives in Rome

The devil cloaked in robes