Slaves to the Illusion

They call to me take me down
 To what I am to what I can become
 Cut myself to bleed offerings to their wicked need
 Drain this weakness out destroy this shell of hopeless pathetic doubt
 Commit to bring an end to all religions to all mistakes of man
 I march legion with one cause given the chance to burn and slay them all
 Disgust with how they preach to "know" the things they can't even believe
 Sure of my place below I'm sure of this hell on earth I've learn to know
 Disguise myself among the sheep from their throats make the heavens weep
 Cut, Kill, Mutilate
 The joy of redemption bleeds on my face
 Erase them from this land
 They tried to control, they fail to command
 Fuck Your Ideology
 Tricking the weak into your belief
 Erase them from this land
 From their throats heavens descend
 Find more dead
 They call to me take me down
 To what I am to what I can become
 Cut myself to bleed offerings to their wicked need
 Drain this weakness out destroy this shell of hopeless pathetic doubt
 Commit to bring an end to all religions to all mistakes of man