Getting A Grip On Things - The Crucified

Hatred is the perfect word

For everything I think of you

You were conquered by my God

You, prince of darkness

The arrogant fool

If given the chance, and the strength

To do all that I wish to you

I’d shout with glee (!) show no mercy

And rip the filthy life from you

Getting a grip on things

Tightening our grip on things

Satan has been beat

Focus less on his power

And more on his defeat

I’d start by stabbing seven times

For every single lie you’ve said

For lust of eyes I’d pluck out yours

For lust of flesh I’d split your head

For loneliness I’d seal your ears

For bitterness I’d burn you

For capitol punishment of unborn innocents

I’d take the sword and run you through

For bigotry I’d paint you black

Yellow, white, and red

For opression of my bretheren

I’d tie a noose around your neck

The verse, you know and heed

The words of God:

«vengeance is mine»

Your time will come