For They Know Not
These are the days of our lives
And into your hands
We commit our shit
Forgive them father
For they know not what they do
Solemn master
These temples are closed
What have I done to this world
While you're sucking cocks
In the gardens of delight
Darkness
Silent death
Trampling and spurring
Trough gardens grow numb
Burn these temples
Heaven cries out
This way at least
God will know your name
Darkness
Silent death
Discharge
Heaven wept
Solemn accuser
Black kingdom enchained
Soil the sacrosanct
Scum of the earth
God ain't watching you
Darkness
Silent death
For they know not
These are the days or our lives
And into your hands
We commit our shit
Forgive them father
For they know not what they do
Writer/s: Secrets of the Moon
