Your every word is poisoned honey to your children
Political pawn in a parish pulpit
Your open mouth is full of crawling maggots,
rotting from the inside
Infested without hope
A conscious disconnect
from what You've been teaching
To what you spew in the streets
Your Bible-thumping pews are loveless
Your perfect Sunday suit is violent
For God so loved upstanding white Americans
That he gave his only begotten son
Or whatever hell it is you preach
Love only lasts as long as the word
Love doesn't last
Love doesn't last
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020