Offensive - Metanoia

My Veins — boiling blood

My Mind — intense rage

You Look — down on me

You don’t — even know

Sick of — all your lies

You won’t — break me down

Your minds are full of lies

You try to tell me there is no God

Yet you blame him for everything that goes wrong

I don’t see the stars making anything better

Bhudda is dead and in the grave

Your idols and gods are fake

Your crystals are just pretty rocks

Aliens and voodoo is only going to kill you

You offend me every day

And do not see my pain, offend me every day

Everyday

I’ve never seen your peace and harmony

Your fake image is a joke

Demons hosting your ceremonies

But you are so blind

Jesus said he is the only way — that is the truth

That is reality — believe it or die

Your persecutions — are like blunt arrows

They might hit and they might hurt

But the’ll never take me down

Bhudda is dead and in the grave

Your idols and gods are fake

Demons hosting your ceremonies

But you are so blind