Weak Minds Songtext / Lyric

Dear powerless God,

False martyr,

Fool.

True bringer of violence, pain, and sadness:

I know I will always be pure.

I have yet to lose the battle.

I refuse to lose to a myth, creature, or a f*cking book.

I gather my fellow man here to day to call out this f*cking fake.

I do not speak of abomination for there is nothing to abominate.






Stand before me.

Flames burn in all man's eyes.

Obliterate a system of believers.

Weak minds weep and they die.

Stand tall against all myth bringers.

Your faith breeds death; you are alone in this.



Fear no God,

Weep no longer.

I do not speak of abomination for there is nothing to abominate.



Stand before me.

I, a man of flesh and blood,

Air in my lungs.

I challenge you Jesu.

Stand before me.