Invert the Idols - Dying Fetus
Minds seduced by scripture
Masquerade as pawns
Rejecting each other
They take on many forms
Minions praising with compulsion
Statues stand and stare
Holy hymns incantations
Rise into the air
High on the myths of the church
They never quite see where they are
Like God their devil is an icon
For face painting frauds
A holy ghost laugh
A fetish for the weak
Satanic overlords for paranoid freaks
Always ranting and obsessing
Hiding from themselves
Living out their fantasy
Morbidly indulged
High on the myths of the church
They never quite see where they are
Their devil is a joke in the real world
Where death is never far
Burn all the icons
F**k your fairytales
Cleanse your head of filth
Bred on illusion
Fed on tradition pull the wool from your eyes
