The Gods We Trust

Awaiting the lies becoming disgusted it's a low and shallow life
 Passing the time observing false virtues
 Intelligence is forsaken
 Hate the cause
 Hate the country
 The minds of the despised
 Repeating behavior a rising depression
 Bring a tide of certain death
 Lost to the noise of the screams of the dying
 It's time to bring an end
 Lay down the cross burn down the steeples
 Reject the lies told for the feeble
 Crucify your thoughts as you'll no longer need them
 Incinerate ideals of destructive egos
 Hate the god
 Hate the religion
 Destitute is the destination
 Repeating behavior a rising depression
 Bring a tide of certain death
 Dead minds (Bring) Our Demise
 Dead to the world gone from the noise
 A traveler to the realm of nowhere