Song | Not Of This God |
Artist | Slayer |
Album | World Painted Blood |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I wake each day to propaganda written to persuade | |
Complacency, conformity | |
Relentless madness they regurgitate | |
So save your breath | |
You can't coerce the strong with verbal warfare | |
Deafenin', bludgeonin', succumb to | |
ChristOr they will watch you fuckin' burn | |
These apocalyptic predators must die | |
Everyone till none are left alive | |
I'll eradicate the weak within this war' | |
Cause I'm the fuckin' weapon, | |
I'm not, not of this | |
GodReplicate like a virus that infects with disease | |
The beckonin', pesterin' | |
Don't preach to me with all your blasphemy | |
Exterminate the bottom dweller, on your fear they prey | |
There's symmetry in anarchy, believe the lies | |
Or they will watch you fuckin' burn | |
These apocalyptic predators must die | |
Everyone till none are left alive | |
I'll eradicate the weak within this war' | |
Cause I'm the fuckin' weapon, | |
I'm not, not of this | |
Not of this | |
GodFalse God, sorcerer, free thought torturer | |
Embedded in the minds of the masses | |
Outcast, conjurer, spineless provocateur | |
Engulfed in narcissistic madness | |
No need to feel so hollow | |
A promise of no sorrow | |
You call him the messiah | |
I see a deviant pariah | |
Holy water, empty threat, the holy cross has no effect | |
I piss on any object of virtue | |
Crucifix, rosary, a world of insecurities | |
Keep waiting for the soul to be rescued | |
You'll see no bright tomorrow | |
A promise of more sorrow | |
You call him the messiah | |
I see a reckless faction based on mental slavery | |
You are the tainted, | |
I am the pure | |
You are the sickness, | |
I am the cure | |
A toxic threat on all your nonsense | |
I feedI'll be the one to bring | |
Christ to his knees | |
Crucified then ridiculed again | |
A target for all time until the end | |
I'll expose the total inconsistencies | |
And wallow in my heresy 'cause | |
I'm the fuckin' weapon | |
Attacker of their ideology, intoxicate with rationality | |
These apocalyptic predators must die' | |
Cause I'm the fuckin' weapon, | |
I'm not, not of this | |
GodNot of this | |
God, not of this | |
God |
I wake each day to propaganda written to persuade | |
Complacency, conformity | |
Relentless madness they regurgitate | |
So save your breath | |
You can' t coerce the strong with verbal warfare | |
Deafenin', bludgeonin', succumb to | |
ChristOr they will watch you fuckin' burn | |
These apocalyptic predators must die | |
Everyone till none are left alive | |
I' ll eradicate the weak within this war' | |
Cause I' m the fuckin' weapon, | |
I' m not, not of this | |
GodReplicate like a virus that infects with disease | |
The beckonin', pesterin' | |
Don' t preach to me with all your blasphemy | |
Exterminate the bottom dweller, on your fear they prey | |
There' s symmetry in anarchy, believe the lies | |
Or they will watch you fuckin' burn | |
These apocalyptic predators must die | |
Everyone till none are left alive | |
I' ll eradicate the weak within this war' | |
Cause I' m the fuckin' weapon, | |
I' m not, not of this | |
Not of this | |
GodFalse God, sorcerer, free thought torturer | |
Embedded in the minds of the masses | |
Outcast, conjurer, spineless provocateur | |
Engulfed in narcissistic madness | |
No need to feel so hollow | |
A promise of no sorrow | |
You call him the messiah | |
I see a deviant pariah | |
Holy water, empty threat, the holy cross has no effect | |
I piss on any object of virtue | |
Crucifix, rosary, a world of insecurities | |
Keep waiting for the soul to be rescued | |
You' ll see no bright tomorrow | |
A promise of more sorrow | |
You call him the messiah | |
I see a reckless faction based on mental slavery | |
You are the tainted, | |
I am the pure | |
You are the sickness, | |
I am the cure | |
A toxic threat on all your nonsense | |
I feedI' ll be the one to bring | |
Christ to his knees | |
Crucified then ridiculed again | |
A target for all time until the end | |
I' ll expose the total inconsistencies | |
And wallow in my heresy ' cause | |
I' m the fuckin' weapon | |
Attacker of their ideology, intoxicate with rationality | |
These apocalyptic predators must die' | |
Cause I' m the fuckin' weapon, | |
I' m not, not of this | |
GodNot of this | |
God, not of this | |
God |
I wake each day to propaganda written to persuade | |
Complacency, conformity | |
Relentless madness they regurgitate | |
So save your breath | |
You can' t coerce the strong with verbal warfare | |
Deafenin', bludgeonin', succumb to | |
ChristOr they will watch you fuckin' burn | |
These apocalyptic predators must die | |
Everyone till none are left alive | |
I' ll eradicate the weak within this war' | |
Cause I' m the fuckin' weapon, | |
I' m not, not of this | |
GodReplicate like a virus that infects with disease | |
The beckonin', pesterin' | |
Don' t preach to me with all your blasphemy | |
Exterminate the bottom dweller, on your fear they prey | |
There' s symmetry in anarchy, believe the lies | |
Or they will watch you fuckin' burn | |
These apocalyptic predators must die | |
Everyone till none are left alive | |
I' ll eradicate the weak within this war' | |
Cause I' m the fuckin' weapon, | |
I' m not, not of this | |
Not of this | |
GodFalse God, sorcerer, free thought torturer | |
Embedded in the minds of the masses | |
Outcast, conjurer, spineless provocateur | |
Engulfed in narcissistic madness | |
No need to feel so hollow | |
A promise of no sorrow | |
You call him the messiah | |
I see a deviant pariah | |
Holy water, empty threat, the holy cross has no effect | |
I piss on any object of virtue | |
Crucifix, rosary, a world of insecurities | |
Keep waiting for the soul to be rescued | |
You' ll see no bright tomorrow | |
A promise of more sorrow | |
You call him the messiah | |
I see a reckless faction based on mental slavery | |
You are the tainted, | |
I am the pure | |
You are the sickness, | |
I am the cure | |
A toxic threat on all your nonsense | |
I feedI' ll be the one to bring | |
Christ to his knees | |
Crucified then ridiculed again | |
A target for all time until the end | |
I' ll expose the total inconsistencies | |
And wallow in my heresy ' cause | |
I' m the fuckin' weapon | |
Attacker of their ideology, intoxicate with rationality | |
These apocalyptic predators must die' | |
Cause I' m the fuckin' weapon, | |
I' m not, not of this | |
GodNot of this | |
God, not of this | |
God |