Hypochristian
You think you know what the future holds
You think you have control of your immortal soul
Well you believe what you wanna believe
You can deceive but you can't fool me, no
Hypochristian, damned to salvation
Lost in a labyrinth of your own creation
You're a self- deceiver
Weak and useless
Lying your way through a thousand excuses
When you finally die, tell me where will you go?
To the pie in the sky or the fires below?
Will you qualify for the kingdom above with
No joy in your heart?
No understanding of love?
Pick and choose believer, the worst of your kind
Never know which way you're going cuz you're
Fucked in the mind…betray your friends then
You cry about the loss
You two-faced motherfucker
Gonna show you who's boss!
Hypochristian, damned to salvation
Lost in a labyrinth of your own creation
You're a liar in waiting
Without any answers
Rotting on the inside from a spiritual cancer
Hypochristian, you're a false witness
Infecting the world with jehovah's sickness
Chosen by "god", an assembly of liars
If there is a hell you will burn in its fires
Hypochristian, damned to salvation
Lost in a labyrinth of your own creation
Peddler of poison and moral dysfunction
Preaching your gospel of self-destruction
Hypochristian, pray for salvation
No escape from your situation
You're a blind-believer, a self-deceiver
Liar in waiting…damned to salvation
Autor(es): Thomas Thorn
