GOD IS BUSY

Time's up
There's no more running from me
Snuffed out like a fucking disease
Force fed concrete with broken hands
Try collecting your teeth

This is my domain
There's no escaping, a fatal error was made
Deceptive rat with your penance overdue
You're fucked, I will eclipse you

You motherfucker
Ingest your own rotten shit
Invoke your fake devotion, instill your worship
Clasp your hands, squeeze them tight
Recite the holy words, and beg for your life

Betrayed by your faith
Not one ounce of fucking mercy will be given
Laugh as your dull green eyes convert to crimson
God is busy
I'm not even listening

Begging and pleading
Your life depleting
See the white light
Sobbing and shaking
Flawless execution
Involuntary cease of your being
Twisting your spine
Can't stop the bleeding
No chance for retribution

So fucking drown in your pleas for redemption
A brain bleed to fucking prove your conviction
Lacerate your perception of me
I'll fucking drown you in divine apprehension
Calm as you accept the rejection
Transfigure your will to breathe
You're fucked
So tell me, are you really worthy?
Impure metal pressed against your skull
Pathetic whimpers spill from your gaping hole
Eyes point to the sky as you recite the holy psalms
Kneeling down with your jaw placed inside your palms

Ritual slaughter
Fuck you with the length of a razored cross
Cries unheard by a spineless icon
Your desperate begging means nothing to me
What, are you praying?
You really believe that?
You think God will come back and save you?
Pray to God
Tell him come down and stop me

God's in his Heaven
And He won't listen for you
Leaking plasma from your face as the alloy passes through
Distorted killings, incarnations of gore
Your deity's a fucking whore
So fucking pray
Pray for your God to stop me
Pray for your God to stop me
Think God's busy