God Is Imaginary - Razakel

If I soak my hands in others blood, Am I sick?

If I wash my hands in others blood, Am I sick?

If I drench myself in others blood, Am I sick?

If I bathe myself in others blood, Am I sick?

No life, No mind, Nothing left inside

Living for a lie

Brain washed, So lost, What’s the point in trying

What’s the point in fighting

You’ll never end this in me

No voice, No choice, No true realality

Mentally controlled, Never to be set free

Not me, I’m addicted to sinnin

Killin every???

God is Imaginary

Babble Babble, Bitch Bitch

And break the fuckin crucifix

Take a sip of this potion that be so murderis

These verses ain’t for the religous and the weak at heart

I represent the wicked and I’m creeping out from the dark

I gotta story to tell, So kiddies listen up well

I’ve been through hell, And I think I know it very well

This isn’t no fairy tell, I never had it easy

Constantly harassed, And brain washed into believeing

Stealing money for drugs, Name it I’ve tried it

Slit my wrist for the rush is this to much to digest

While you were preaching to the needy each and every evening

I was busy bleeding and recieveing unholy seamen

I’m that heathin always bathin in christian blood

I’m that heathin blaspheming the lord above

And I will make you understand what it’s like to be me

Count your sanity away, Put your faith in misery

No life, No mind, Nothing left inside

Living for a lie

Brain washed, So lost, What’s the point in trying

What’s the point in fighting

You’ll never end this in me

No voice, No choice, No true realality

Mentally controlled, Never to be set free

Not me, I’m addicted to sinnin

Killin every???

God is Imaginary

Blood is all over my hands and body

I smell human flesh decaying and rotting

Burnt pages of the bible surround me

I pick one of the pages up, Proverbs 8: 17

I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me

Hard to believe cause I was seeking and you never loved me

Could it be, Are you imaginary?

That would explain everything

But the blinded still never see

Are you proud of me, Mommy and Daddy?

How’s it feel to to know that god can’t stand me

I live to blasphem, You’ll never understand me

And neither do the 5 hired sheriks that examined me

She’s fuckin crazy and obsessed with death

Look at all of her piercings and that the way she’s dressed

You fuckin derserve a knife in your neck

For passin such judgement, I can only wish you death

No life, No mind, Nothing left inside

Living for a lie

Brain washed, So lost, What’s the point in trying

What’s the point in fighting

You’ll never end this in me

No voice, No choice, No true realality

Mentally controlled, Never to be set free

Not me, I’m addicted to sinnin

Killin every???

God is Imaginary

Woke up one mourning

Outside the rain was pouring

I went to a church and stabbed the pastours heart without a warning

He screamed child why would you go and take my life

Stuck my knife deep inside as I saw my fate through his eyes

I dug my hands through his blood and wiped it on my face

Looked up to the sky, Ain’t I such a beautiful disgrace

Blood stained with no way to be saved

God doesn’t exist, I’d rather have faith in pain

And since pain is all I know, I make the weak bleed slow

Mom and Dad said I was nothin, So it’s time for me to show

What I’m capable of, Without their bullshit life

I’m standing up, Headstrong, In control of my life

Now look into my eyes tell me do you see love

Of course not, I got no mercy for no one

So if I stick my hands in others blood am I sick?

Or am I just another sick bitch lunatic

No life, No mind, Nothing left inside

Living for a lie

Brain washed, So lost, What’s the point in trying

What’s the point in fighting

You’ll never end this in me

No voice, No choice, No true realality

Mentally controlled, Never to be set free

Not me, I’m addicted to sinnin

Killin every???

God is Imaginary

God Is Imaginary…