Provoking The Prophet

You make me want to break your face Just pull the spine right through your mouth I must degrade your god and his holy grace To say you're sorry is to late (You must know how I hate) So now the war is on It's sad to see that you believe I spit on faith and on your kong I must degrade your god And his rotten lies Provoking is the only way Peeling your skin with my hands So dead but yet so sweet Rip it out The heart of your son Taste the blood and justify Understand all the misery You're in charge of our misery