2 s Deformed Heretic Impalement LyricsEnlightenment
Centuries of highest culture
When reason and progress dominated
Burnt by your fresh stupidity
Engine of ignorance
As the Austrian anti-christ used to say – "once upon a time, the ideal was perfection. Blessed by the hands of divine."
Instruments
Tools, thousands years of philosophy
Saints – angels – sacer charisma
To accept and use
The fear of perfection
Deformed visions of divine
Hell's redefined:
Everything out of me
Everything rots in me
You can't kill the grace
You can't face her, she'll never arrive
We won't/we don't deserve her embrace
Everything/everyone's formally accepted
But the anti-social lays on a pyre
Fed by spits or simple instants
You don't think about him
I'm the new heretic
I preach for a universal love and divinity in this crappy world
The wolves are keeping on running
You might also likeThe mankind's butchery's growing more and more
I'm the new heretic
Because the perserverant can't prevail
I dream about perfection
I dream my ideals made flesh
I dream the ruin
I pray for the apocalypse
'Cause I'll be also washed away
Like the worst bunch of cheap condemned
We'll eternally live in hell in common shit
But I'll be satisfied
Because I told you the truth
Also, the angels dig the mud
Kiss my worm – damn the world
False salvation to deform