COFFINS FOR THE SAINTS

Yeah,
Bring your prayers,
Bring your guilt.
Bring your fucking righteousness,
I'll bury it all in spit.
Holy hands can't clean what's buried,
Your saints rot, just like the rest.
Silence your tongue,
Sanctified flesh is still meat for the worms.
Coffins for the saints,
I bury your saints.
They speak in tongues of sulfur and wealth,
Stitching fear in velvet hymns.
Their crucifix is carved from guilt,
Hung above a kingdom dim.
A doctrine forged from human skin,
A gospel lined in spit and sin.
Their robes conceal what maggots feast,
Sanctified disease beneath.
Your prophets bled out truth for a fee.
Grave dug,
Saint fucked.
Worship is a weapon,
Built to own the mind.
You crowned your saints with rot,
And fed your dead to time.
I am the fire,
That burns your holy lies.
Break your cross across my knee,
You are nothing, you're diseased.
Coffins for the saints,
Stack 'em high, don't let 'em breathe.
Coffins for the saints,
No savior walks when I decree.
Coffins for the saints,
Martyrs drown in boiling blood.
Coffins for the saints,
Your kingdom burns, and I'm the flood.
Coffins for the saints, line 'em up, stack 'em deep,
Your halos are just targets I piss on in my sleep.
Hang 'em high on their dogma poles,
Let the flies canonize their souls.
Sermons stitched from raped regret,
Their final prayer was just a threat.
I baptize in boiling blood,
Preach wrath like pestilence and flood.
Sanctity is shit,
I feed their tongues to the pit.
You were born to betray.
Sociopaths bathed in spit and gold,
Buried beneath cathedrals of vomit.
You can't exorcise my wrath with shattered glass,
Your temple cracks, when I laugh.
You worship death,
In a saint's disguise.
You drink decay,
From their holy eyes.
The altar's burning,
I smell the fraud.
Holy bones shattered,
In the mouth of God.
Every saint deserves a coffin,
Every saint deserves a fucking coffin.
Drown 'em in their own filth,
Stack 'em high, fuck the ritual.
Coffins,
Coffins,
Coffins for the saints,
Dig deep.
Just graves,
Just graves.
Watch their coffins screem.
No resurrection,
Only recognition of lies.
I built a pyre from every hymn,
Now watch the saints immortal sin.
I drag your faith, by the hair,
And fuck it dead on the altar's stair.
Coffins for the saints.
I hope your heaven smells like meat.
Coffins for the saints,
Martyrs melt beneath their gold.
Coffins for the saints,
This is your god's last sermon told.
Coffins for the saints,
The altar's burning, blind eyes weep.
Coffins for the saints,
No second coming, just eternal sleep.