The Shepherd's Staff

I bite my tongue
 Spitting forth the blood of the angels
 As they weep and moan
 I know this is the devil's work
 The shepherd's staff holds more in faith
 Than any sheep alone
 I know this is the devil's work
 Tie my idle hands so
 They may never sin again
 The darkest of sermons is preached
 To an unwilling crowd of men on their knees
 Muttering false words of praise
 To an unloving, glorified dignity
 I will endure the gnashing of teeth
 I will wade through the depths of despair
 And endless suffering
 I pray to avert my ears, but it seems that
 No one's listening
 Abandoned by God, my purpose is clear:
 I exist to rid the earth
 Of every trace of the living
 Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
 Driven to exterminate all that breathes
 Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
 If this is His will, and God stands still...
 This child of Hell shall force it's home upon the earth
 I witness it's unfortunate birth
 Tie my idle hands so
 They may never sin again
 Cut out my lying tongue
 And remove these thoughts within
 Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
 Driven to exterminate all that breathes
 Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
 If this is His will, and God stands still...
 Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and resentment
 If this is His will, and God stands still,
 My life was never meant to be