Tyrant

We're slaves to conditioning

Hidden eyes judge us from the heavens

Unseen fingers choking free will back down our throats

You can never escape the foul presence of christianity

And to ignore divine contradictions

And to reject a fictitious morality

And to scorn superstitions

And to put your faith in logic

This is the path to your damnation

This is the path to your damnation

[?] that you [?]

[?] seen before

[?] asleep or dead

[?] just to forget

[?] that you [?]

[?] seen before

[?] asleep or dead

[?] just to forget

[?] that you [?]

[?] seen before

[?] asleep or dead

And you shall know them by the fruit they bear:

Intolerance, manipulation, genocide

All in the name of a god conjured

In the imaginations and machinations of men

How dejected and unfulfilled

Look to me in hate, pity, or indifference

But don't expect longing or acceptance

In these eyes, or in these words

Not for your, not for your...

Pompous egotism

Boisterous moral posturing

Righteous indignation, or your resignation

To constant suffering

I would rather burn in hell

Than cling to man-made falsehoods

I would rather live in doubt and fear

Expecting an unfeeling abyss

I would rather

Than embrace false hope

Or extravagant fairy tales

Nothingness awaits