Texty: Slayer. World Painted Blood. Not Of This God.

I wake each day to propaganda written to persuade
Complacency, conformity
Relentless madness they regurgitate

So save your breath
You can't coerce the strong with verbal warfare
Deafenin', bludgeonin', succumb to Christ
Or they will watch you fuckin' burn

These apocalyptic predators must die
Everyone till none are left alive
I'll eradicate the weak within this war
'Cause I'm the fuckin' weapon, I'm not, not of this God

Replicate like a virus that infects with disease
The beckonin', pesterin'
Don't preach to me with all your blasphemy

Exterminate the bottom dweller, on your fear they prey
There's symmetry in anarchy, believe the lies
Or they will watch you fuckin' burn

These apocalyptic predators must die
Everyone till none are left alive
I'll eradicate the weak within this war
'Cause I'm the fuckin' weapon, I'm not, not of this
Not of this God

False God, sorcerer, free thought torturer
Embedded in the minds of the masses
Outcast, conjurer, spineless provocateur
Engulfed in narcissistic madness

No need to feel so hollow
A promise of no sorrow
You call him the messiah
I see a deviant pariah

Holy water, empty threat, the holy cross has no effect
I piss on any object of virtue
Crucifix, rosary, a world of insecurities
Keep waiting for the soul to be rescued

You'll see no bright tomorrow
A promise of more sorrow
You call him the messiah
I see a reckless faction based on mental slavery

You are the tainted, I am the pure
You are the sickness, I am the cure
A toxic threat on all your nonsense I feed
I'll be the one to bring Christ to his knees

Crucified then ridiculed again
A target for all time until the end
I'll expose the total inconsistencies
And wallow in my heresy 'cause I'm the fuckin' weapon

Attacker of their ideology, intoxicate with rationality
These apocalyptic predators must die
'Cause I'm the fuckin' weapon, I'm not, not of this God
Not of this God, not of this God