Running out of luck
Falling short of faith
Feeling every ounce of passion decay
Watch my corrupted flesh
Turn to memory
I curse the day when I set foot on these wastelands
Dethrone and kill the Lord
Witness of death's all you'll find in the Christ's corpse
Dethrone and kill the Lord
The only truth is that we exist just to die alone
Ain't no abode of the blessed, we're all dead weights
God's dead
Birth is torment, faith's deceit
God's dead
I refuse I refuse to praise the weak
God's dead
No redemption, hate's the key
God's dead
I despise I despise your gutless breed
(I've) turned my back on this world full of shit
Running out of luck
Falling short of faith
Feeling every ounce of passion decay
Watch my corrupted flesh
Turn to memory
I curse the day when I set foot among the mindless sheep
Born to bite never to obey
Left to rot despoiled of salvation
Can't you feel the caustic breath of agony
Preaching death has now become a part of me
Eternal sleep is all I seek
Down in the gutter we sink
So warn your king
I'm the one who preys
God's dead
Damnation for your phony saints
God's dead
I'll paint Heaven's walls f*cking red
God's dead
Just pull the trigger, numb the pain
God's dead
No mercy let the fire rains
God is dead
Profaner Video (MV)
Performed By: Get The Shot
Language: English
Written by: Tommy Chiasson, Jean-Philippe Lagace, Guy-Pierre Genest, David St-Pierre, Dany Roberge
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Running out of luck
Falling short of faith
Feeling every ounce of passion decay
Watch my corrupted flesh
Turn to memory
I curse the day when I set foot on these wastelands
Dethrone and kill the Lord
Witness of death's all you'll find in the Christ's corpse
Dethrone and kill the Lord
The only truth is that we exist just to die alone
Ain't no abode of the blessed, we're all dead weights
God's dead
Birth is torment, faith's deceit
God's dead
I refuse I refuse to praise the weak
God's dead
No redemption, hate's the key
God's dead
I despise I despise your gutless breed
(I've) turned my back on this world full of shit
Running out of luck
Falling short of faith
Feeling every ounce of passion decay
Watch my corrupted flesh
Turn to memory
I curse the day when I set foot among the mindless sheep
Born to bite never to obey
Left to rot despoiled of salvation
Can't you feel the caustic breath of agony
Preaching death has now become a part of me
Eternal sleep is all I seek
Down in the gutter we sink
So warn your king
I'm the one who preys
God's dead
Damnation for your phony saints
God's dead
I'll paint Heaven's walls f*cking red
God's dead
Just pull the trigger, numb the pain
God's dead
No mercy let the fire rains
God is dead
Falling short of faith
Feeling every ounce of passion decay
Watch my corrupted flesh
Turn to memory
I curse the day when I set foot on these wastelands
Dethrone and kill the Lord
Witness of death's all you'll find in the Christ's corpse
Dethrone and kill the Lord
The only truth is that we exist just to die alone
Ain't no abode of the blessed, we're all dead weights
God's dead
Birth is torment, faith's deceit
God's dead
I refuse I refuse to praise the weak
God's dead
No redemption, hate's the key
God's dead
I despise I despise your gutless breed
(I've) turned my back on this world full of shit
Running out of luck
Falling short of faith
Feeling every ounce of passion decay
Watch my corrupted flesh
Turn to memory
I curse the day when I set foot among the mindless sheep
Born to bite never to obey
Left to rot despoiled of salvation
Can't you feel the caustic breath of agony
Preaching death has now become a part of me
Eternal sleep is all I seek
Down in the gutter we sink
So warn your king
I'm the one who preys
God's dead
Damnation for your phony saints
God's dead
I'll paint Heaven's walls f*cking red
God's dead
Just pull the trigger, numb the pain
God's dead
No mercy let the fire rains
God is dead
Writer: Tommy Chiasson, Jean-Philippe Lagace, Guy-Pierre Genest, David St-Pierre, Dany Roberge
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave