The Lord Is My Weapon

Eternal salvation suffers from inflationSay what you need to, save your soulBut don't fuck with me,I'm loosin' controlI'm so tired of this, so sick of youMy tongue is battered and bruised from all these attitudesTeach me the magic of your sacred poemsConjuring a voice of signs and omensProphecies got debrisThe syllables and symbols breathAnd as we climb, divineTo sacrifice our wounded mindsThis awkward chance to seek, insanityI can't save you, cause I hate meThe lord is my weaponAnd I see him shoot pawnsWoman is the devilYour god is a fraudEveryone you knewEverything you've ever doneSuffer for your freedomDie by the lawThe lord is my weaponAnd I see him shoot pawnsWoman is the devilYour god is a fraudEveryone you knewEverything you've ever doneSuffer for your freedomDie by the lawSay what you need to save your soulBut leave your religion at the doorSmokin all of Christians weedI'm sick of these weak anarchiesYou see me as a place to make a bruiseBut in my reality I'm a slate of the museFuck these hypocrites, and together will fightTyrannist swears, as quick as your knifeThe lord is my weaponAnd I see him shoot pawnsWoman is the devilYour god is a fraudEveryone you knewEverything you've ever doneSuffer for your freedomDie by the lawAll you sinnersBlasphemersBurn in the pitBurnBurnBurnThe lord is my weaponAnd I see him shoot pawnsWoman is the devilYour god is a fraudEveryone you knewEverything you've ever doneSuffer for your freedomDie by the lawSave meSave meSave meSave meSave meSave meSave me