Phinehas - Twisted

"You breed malice into your pews
Like death you" never have enough

Spewing your poison over the four corners of the world
You're twisted in knots pouring salt in every wound
Spewing your poison like seeds of discontent
Flaunting your hate as a means of backwards religion

Hell is not low enough to contain your depravity
Hell is not low enough to truly describe where you're heading

(Your mouth is a festering wound
Never shut long enough to heal
Like death you never have enough)
SO YOUR THIRST WILL BE QUENCHED
(It's just a matter of time before you beg due recompense
All the hate you spew will not save you before them)

DEATH you never have enough
Like death you never have enough

Fall to your knees

Your redeemer's robes won't save you
And even your rules betray you
You breed malice into your pews
And make them suffer under your abuse /x2

You breed malice into your pews
Like death you never have enough

Fall to your knees, Pharisee! (x2)
AND BURN

(Your mouth is a festering wound
Never shut long enough to heal
Like death you never have enough)
SO YOUR THIRST WILL BE QUENCHED
(It's just a matter of time before you beg due recompense
All the hate you spew will not save you before them)
Depart from me for I never knew you