The Crucified - The Insult Circus

From the very day I heard your deceit and subtle lies
From the moment you shocked me silent I burned to question: why?
Why? Why do you insist? You persist in blasphemy of my Lord and God?
Take your opinions and empty accusations home
And rot
Your world is so perverted, nausea grips my stomach
I think I'm gonna vomit
To think I once took part in the narrow-mindedness of a hardened heart
Why? Why?

Why the insults to my Lord?
There is no point without support
Blaming God for faults of men
You don't even understand
Feeble point or shock effect?
Who do you benefit?
Profit off another's pain and bite the hand that seeks aid
Lies, lies, lies, lies

Motive - ego
Knowledge - who knows?
Solution - zero
Your goal - oh, so vague

The band "millions of dead" whoever you are mumbling and grumbling about today
Your music's fast and you're outspoken, but you have little or nothing to say
And the boys from "south of heaven", who knock TV preachers with every other word
Come off so concerned and charge $20 for a t-shirt
Deception, your breath holds
Hypocrisy reeks thick and bold
You don't care about anyone, but yourself
You couldn't care less if I rot in hell, or anyone else
Why? Why?

Why the insults to my Lord?
There is no point without support
Blaming God for faults of men
You don't even understand
Feeble point or shock effect?
Who do you benefit?
Profit off another's pain and bite the hand that seeks aid
Lies, lies, lies, lies

Motive - ego
Knowledge - who knows?
Solution - zero
Your goal - oh, so vague

And the band named after the cow disease
So proud, If you're without sin, then go ahead
Cast your two cents in
And half the bands in the "Berkley" mag on the bandwagon of the insult circus
Of all the wrongs, you slag the right and lose us to your purpose
If you're so wise, then solve my troubles
Instead you ask more needless questions and my troubles double
You serve only to confuse; give us something we can use
Why? Why?

Why the insults to my Lord?
There is no point without support
Blaming God for faults of men
You don't even understand
Feeble point or shock effect?
Who do you benefit?
Profit off another's pain and bite the hand that seeks aid
Lies, lies, lies, lies

Motive - ego
Knowledge - who knows?
Solution - zero
Your goal - oh, so vague