My Veins - boiling blood
My Mind - intense rage
You Look - down on me
You don't - even know
Sick of - all your lies
You won't - break me down
Your minds are full of lies
You try to tell me there is no God
Yet you blame him for everything that goes wrong
I don't see the stars making anything better
Bhudda is dead and in the grave
Your idols and gods are fake
Your crystals are just pretty rocks
Aliens and voodoo is only going to kill you
Chorus
You offend me every day
and do not see my pain, offend me every day
Everyday
I've never seen your peace and harmony
Your fake image is a joke
Demons hosting your ceremonies
But you are so blind
Jesus said he is the only way - that is the truth
That is reality - believe it or die
Chorus
Your persecutions - are like blunt arrows
They might hit and they might hurt
But the'll never take me down
Bhudda is dead and in the grave
Your idols and gods are fake
Demons hosting your ceremonies
But you are so blind
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