Smashing the human horde, crushing religious filth Nailing invertedly the ones who plant the seeds of doubt Wasting inherent truth, confronting an inner hell Cursing subconsciously the ones who reap the seeds of doubt How can humans play God when all they all are slaves? Their lack of souls will lead them to an early grave Condemned to live a life of unrelenting praise Their rotted corpse remains when death replaces life Tearing the vocal chords of prophets That spoke of lies unwanted They are the ones controlling the seeds of doubt How can humans play God when all they all are slaves? Their lack of souls will lead them to an early grave Condemned to live a life of unrelenting praise Their rotted corpse remains when death replaces life Fearing their fate, they chose a random date When all life would cease and rapture would release Trampling the meek, the gospel they did speak Foretelling demise, speaking only lies, lies, lies, lies, lies Feeding the senseless souls of mindless Inhabitants not knowing they are the ones consuming the seeds of doubt Finding the source of stimulation, unnurtured realization Of fools who will always against their will just end their lives How can humans play God when all they all are slaves? Their lack of souls will lead them to an early grave Condemned to live a life of unrelenting praise Their rotted corpse remains when death replaces life © CANNIBAL CORPSE; FULL VOLUME MUSIC; EMI VIRGIN MUSIC, INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com