Deny Your Maker - Knives Out!

Adam’s rib, Eve’s bosom, Cain’s hands, Abel’s Eyes

Christ blood, God’s heart, Judas neck, hang 'em hi

In a garden of snakes we defile each other

In a garden of snakes we molest our minds

In a garden of sin we become sick animals

In a garden of sin we defile each other

Scorched earth, diseased

In a haunted tomb spinning

The most wicked tales now mummified

Cain’s hands meet Abel’s eyes

In a garden of snakes we defile each other

In a garden of sin we molest our minds

Deny your maker, no cross, no creed

Poison my eye, witness no God, no need

We’re all a part of the same disease

Deny your maker, no cross, no creed

In the cover of dark we gather around you and tend to your unrelenting misery

I am your God now, look in my eyes

I am the master of your pain and suffering

Lust, gluttony, sloth and greed

Wrath, envy and vanity

In a world without meaning you mean nothing to me