| Song | Heresy |
| Artist | Entombed |
| Album | When in Sodom |
| All you deity wannabes | |
| With all your hearsay heresies | |
| You lie to everyone | |
| You want to be the sun | |
| You want the world to kneel | |
| Hearsay heresy | |
| Deity wannabe | |
| Liar it's plain to see | |
| Liar it's you and me | |
| Liar and I won't kneel | |
| You're not the only one | |
| You're not the holy son | |
| You're not trinity | |
| Hearsay heresy | |
| Deity wannabe | |
| Crucifixion so absurd | |
| It's time to thin the herd | |
| Fuck your word | |
| The problem with religion | |
| Is that it's full of lice | |
| That suck the blood | |
| And marrow | |
| Out through it's bleeding eyes | |
| Spare me your contradiction | |
| And hearsay heresies | |
| The word is Crucifixion | |
| And pervert reveries | |
| The world is full of vermin | |
| Pathetic wannabes | |
| Who knows there's | |
| Something out there | |
| Spare me your prophecies | |
| You smell | |
| There's something rotten | |
| And everybody knows | |
| But when you | |
| Cut the grass to see | |
| Only the scapegoat show | |
| The snakes are all in heaven | |
| That's how the story goes | |
| And when the grass is cut | |
| (Surprise) | |
| Only the dead shakes show | |
| Liar, liar | |
| And everybody knows | |
| Liar, liar | |
| Dynasty in blasphemy | |
| Deity wannabes | |
| It's time to thin the herd | |
| Crucifixion remedy | |
| Hearsay heresy | |
| Dynasty in blasphemy | |
| Deity wannabes | |
| It's time to thin the herd | |
| Crucifixion remedy | |
| Hearsay heresy |
| All you deity wannabes | |
| With all your hearsay heresies | |
| You lie to everyone | |
| You want to be the sun | |
| You want the world to kneel | |
| Hearsay heresy | |
| Deity wannabe | |
| Liar it' s plain to see | |
| Liar it' s you and me | |
| Liar and I won' t kneel | |
| You' re not the only one | |
| You' re not the holy son | |
| You' re not trinity | |
| Hearsay heresy | |
| Deity wannabe | |
| Crucifixion so absurd | |
| It' s time to thin the herd | |
| Fuck your word | |
| The problem with religion | |
| Is that it' s full of lice | |
| That suck the blood | |
| And marrow | |
| Out through it' s bleeding eyes | |
| Spare me your contradiction | |
| And hearsay heresies | |
| The word is Crucifixion | |
| And pervert reveries | |
| The world is full of vermin | |
| Pathetic wannabes | |
| Who knows there' s | |
| Something out there | |
| Spare me your prophecies | |
| You smell | |
| There' s something rotten | |
| And everybody knows | |
| But when you | |
| Cut the grass to see | |
| Only the scapegoat show | |
| The snakes are all in heaven | |
| That' s how the story goes | |
| And when the grass is cut | |
| Surprise | |
| Only the dead shakes show | |
| Liar, liar | |
| And everybody knows | |
| Liar, liar | |
| Dynasty in blasphemy | |
| Deity wannabes | |
| It' s time to thin the herd | |
| Crucifixion remedy | |
| Hearsay heresy | |
| Dynasty in blasphemy | |
| Deity wannabes | |
| It' s time to thin the herd | |
| Crucifixion remedy | |
| Hearsay heresy |