Our Lady Of Perpetual Sorrow

Your god has fallen from grace.

I wish he was real so I could spit in his face.

Dead three days and refuses to rise,

A failure in his fathers' eyes.

God's eyes lie in the devil's hands.

Humanity's downfall is a trust in a god that isn't there.

We are disease of the earth.

Scatter the ashes and shatter the bone as I reclaim my

rightful place upon his throne.

I don't have faith in him, but I believe in your

failures.

Your king on high is lower than low.