You invoke your god 
You kneel before the crucifix 
Praying loud 
A thousand prays that don't exist 
It makes me sick 
When you caress that cross 
Wearing it around your neck 
My fingers itch 
Want to break your ****ing neck 
I would love to kill you 
Taste the fist of hell 
Awaits you does 
Misery Dead ****ing the dead in the house of god 
Born a Christian you were already dead from the start 
Like a parasite you feed from others 
Suffering 
I will deliver to you 
Stand in my way and 
I will give you some pain 
Like you never have felt it before 
I hate your existence 
I hate your existence 
I hate your existence 
I hate your existence