Cold Craving: Reach Down

Words of wisdom on this somber autumn morn

You go to church and sit down on the bench

you close your eyes and listen to the priest

preacher of lies raping your mind

thousands of bibles fill your house

all your stupid shit about all this stupid shit

for me there’s only one way to say it

satan is boss. I kick on the cross

slaughtered christians in my garden

lambsteak on my plate

an inverted cross on my head

a pentagram tattooed in my face

jesus and god think you are funny

when you bitch and give them your money

evil shall rise dark and nice

satan is boss, and I kick on the cross

kick! kick! kick on the cross!