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  1. False Prophet

From the recording Coup De Grace

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Lyrics

Burn motherfucker it's another apocalypse.
Dying from the fact that you will never amount to shit.
Pile on the reasons that you're failing at everything.
(Pull your strings puppet!)
Round up all of the scum of the Earth and allow me to crown you king.
Buried in the simple-minded media war machine.
I'm so fucking sick of all your big mouth ideologies.
(Sooth my ears and disappear)
Go! This is not the way it’s supposed to be.
Fuck! The way you naturally deceive the weak.
Your! Ideas are a God damned disease.
Self! Absorbed in your stupidity.
Praying on the weak you know your life is a travesty.
Trickle hate into the Blind and tell them you'll make them see.
It's all the same to you because you’re rich on their poverty.
(sell your lies but it!)
Tears apart the very core of all of our divinity.
Leading lambs to slaughter while you're singing of equality.
Not a single ounce of Shame as you continue all their misery.
(soothe my ears and disappear)
Go! This is not the way it’s supposed to be.
Fuck! The way you naturally deceive the weak.
Your! Ideas are a God damned disease.
Self! Absorbed in your stupidity.
March. Right in time. First to die. Last to speak your mind.
Why is it that the ones that contribute the least always want to speak to
most? Why in the name of pride are we always stuck chasing ghosts?
(Chorus)
March. Right in time. First to die. Last to speak your mind.