The Turning of Sephiria

I bear no mark from a master I cannot and will never be silenced You preach and you beg us to listen Your god isn't here yet again Best to pray Let us feed in hastened grace Watch you hate Hear you proselytize Your way into your grave Second place Evolution of your faith Sacrilegious, took the bait Pastor collar on the floor While you subjected her to pain Oh Father, I have sinned I made a sacrifice Gave him my blood and now I belong to the night Please bless my soul as I Know not what I have done A sister plagued with guilt She begged you for her life You tore her gown off her body Pushed yourself down upon her in silence Took what you wanted and left her With a knife in her belly for comfort What did you expect her to do? Called upon all the forces indentured Then she hunted you down like a Dog So much for an omniscient God RUN You fucking pig RUN When the deed was done There was no hope to see the sun You had your fucking fun and now You're buried in the mud