We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
The end is near
Your God has disappeared
Like he always does when the shit gets thick
Your mind is filled with fear
The answers seem so clear
But you won't question the teachings
Of all this outdated preaching
Terror forever
You plea for peace on your knees
But you're barking up the wrong tree
Terror forever
We go from bad to worse
A false church is nothing more than a curse
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
No I don't want your f*cking handout
How can you judge me when you don't judge yourselves
Kid touchers, blasphemous motherf*ckers
You can't police your own people, a bloodline of evil
Terror forever
You plea for peace on your knees
But you're barking up the wrong tree
Terror forever
We go from bad to worse
A false church is nothing more than a curse
Don't say a prayer for me
Don't f*cking stare at me
I didn't ask for your help
No gods, no masters
Think for your f*cking self
Think for your f*cking self
Think for your f*cking self
Don't say a prayer for me
Don't f*cking stare at me
I didn't ask for your help
No gods, no masters
Think for your f*cking self
We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
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Performed By: Thy Art Is Murder
Language: English
Written by: Andrew Marsh, Christopher McMahon, Kevin Butler, Lee Stanton, Sean Delander, Will Putney
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We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
The end is near
Your God has disappeared
Like he always does when the shit gets thick
Your mind is filled with fear
The answers seem so clear
But you won't question the teachings
Of all this outdated preaching
Terror forever
You plea for peace on your knees
But you're barking up the wrong tree
Terror forever
We go from bad to worse
A false church is nothing more than a curse
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
No I don't want your f*cking handout
How can you judge me when you don't judge yourselves
Kid touchers, blasphemous motherf*ckers
You can't police your own people, a bloodline of evil
Terror forever
You plea for peace on your knees
But you're barking up the wrong tree
Terror forever
We go from bad to worse
A false church is nothing more than a curse
Don't say a prayer for me
Don't f*cking stare at me
I didn't ask for your help
No gods, no masters
Think for your f*cking self
Think for your f*cking self
Think for your f*cking self
Don't say a prayer for me
Don't f*cking stare at me
I didn't ask for your help
No gods, no masters
Think for your f*cking self
We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
The end is near
Your God has disappeared
Like he always does when the shit gets thick
Your mind is filled with fear
The answers seem so clear
But you won't question the teachings
Of all this outdated preaching
Terror forever
You plea for peace on your knees
But you're barking up the wrong tree
Terror forever
We go from bad to worse
A false church is nothing more than a curse
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
No I don't want your f*cking handout
How can you judge me when you don't judge yourselves
Kid touchers, blasphemous motherf*ckers
You can't police your own people, a bloodline of evil
Terror forever
You plea for peace on your knees
But you're barking up the wrong tree
Terror forever
We go from bad to worse
A false church is nothing more than a curse
Don't say a prayer for me
Don't f*cking stare at me
I didn't ask for your help
No gods, no masters
Think for your f*cking self
Think for your f*cking self
Think for your f*cking self
Don't say a prayer for me
Don't f*cking stare at me
I didn't ask for your help
No gods, no masters
Think for your f*cking self
We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
We let the hell in our houses
Another man-made disaster
We'll tear the hearts from the pastors
Cut the strings, down with the puppet master
Writer: Andrew Marsh, Christopher McMahon, Kevin Butler, Lee Stanton, Sean Delander, Will Putney
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network
