atman - martyrs, blasphemizers and the sick lyrics
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fruits of thy collective madness
murderous legends and p-ssions without reason
inferior beings
that before thy ignorance
adore a god
that giveth thee the strength to survive
living in a full material plane
that every day weareth the way
thy ignorance maketh blood to flow
children of the flesh
swine! what fault was it of mine
that in no god i did believe
consecrated temples
loaded down with gold
open the doors for the world
show thy hidden library
prove that god does not exist
and that everything is a farce
blaze a trail within thy brains
draw learning from within thyselves
come to know the astral plane
come to know there is no god
starving scabs!
rot in the h-ll created by thy souls
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