Waiting in euphoria
waiting for your speech,
talent oh so profound
you’ve given many a reason to believe
so you stand upon your altar oh so proud.
Buried in your book.
Buried by the sound,
you see witches dancing in the night,
moon lite beauties full of devilish pride.
Waiting for your side effects, damnation’s you will never forget,
tell me more about your hell,
I’m going or so you say.
Ask him for forgiveness God will grant the way.
Standing by your altar taking in your bread,
the gift of our last savior, praying till his end.
Waiting in euphoria,
as if this priest would care,
dancing with the witches he’ll see them every where
taking in the wine,
purify my body,
I truly do believe the lies are not with me.
He stands upon the altar preaching all your sins,
governing your questions.
Do you actually believe your God did live?
Never mind the question your preachers speaking now,
he speaks so many perfect lines,
all God given none from his mind,
using the book as a shield,
the altar as his wall,
can you believe him?
How can you believe him? You don’t know what he’s never felt.
what happened to the experience,
waiting in euphoria,
I’ll find my faith that way,
waiting in your presence
how can you stand so tall.
Oh mighty pastor,
giver of the word,
when’s the last time you’ve felt him?
When’s the last time you’ve heard?
How many times you’ve damned us
I think its kind of absurd
you stand in front of them,
every morning the same time,
making them believe, were do you get the right?
You don’t know what God is,
you don’t know the faith,
you preach to me about damnation.
About my fallen faith,
but how would you know when you’ve never
felt my Gods presence?
Waiting in euphoria
waiting with my belief,
I’ll sit and hear you out,
but without Gods touch you’ll never understand,
why your bull shit words don’t stand by the faith
its all a bunch of lines,
God forgive you for leading so blind,
God forgive you for making up other mind’s.
God forgive you preacher
for taking up his time.
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