The Crucified - Getting A Grip On Things

Hatred is the perfect word
For everything I think of you
You were conquered by my God
Prince of darkness, arrogant fool
Given the chance and given strength
To do all that I wish to you
I'd shout with glee: "Show no mercy!"
And rip the filthy life from you

Can you feel my anger?
Grows with each passing day

Getting a grip on things
Tightening our grip on things
Satan has been beat
Focus less on his power and more on his defeat

I'd start by stabbing seven times
For every single lie you've said
For lust of eyes I'd pluck out yours
For lust of flesh I'd split your head
For loneliness I'd seal your ears
For bitterness I'd burn you
For capital punishment of unborn
I'd take the sword and run you through

Can you see our numbers?
We grow with each passing day

Getting a grip on things
Tightening our grip on things
Satan has been beat
Focus less on his power and more on his defeat

For bigotry I'd paint you
Black, yellow, white and red
For oppression of my brethren
I'd tie a noose around your neck

"In a corner we see a child and the father who beats the wife
No one yet can see the effect this has upon his life
Twenty years down the road he's a living example of his father
Lives his life by the drink of the bottle and beats his two year old daughter
And I can see your name between the lines"

"Broken bodies fill bloodied files where billions of soldiers die
Lizards fill the fields, buzzards fill the skies
Just what have we accomplished? Just what have we become?
Satisfied nothing but our selfish greed and killed our very children
And I can hear you laughing all the while"

Verse you know and heed
The words of God:
"Vengeance is mine"
Your time will come