| Song | Not Of This God |
| Artist | Slayer |
| Album | World Painted Blood |
| 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 |