By My Hate

Christianity, repugnant in origin
Bastard faith of liar and fraud
Waving high their banners
And preaching aloud their god

There is no cure for the sickness that is man
This pestilent breed of the foulest kind
Claim your cross for the almighty's plan
And In the lies of the blind, remain confined

Followers of christ
Fall before me
Sons of adonai
Feel my rage
Servants of god
Your faith is destroyed by my hate

There is no salvation for the sickness of our kind
This pestilent god of wandering sheep
A lie to enslave, a lie to deceive, a lie to bind
A life of false fulfillment stolen in deep sleep

Blow by blow, disgraced
Lash by lash, defaced
Nail by nail, denounced
Blood poured out, ounce by ounce

Followers of christ
Fall before me
Sons of adonai
Feel my rage
Servants of god
Your faith is destroyed by my hate

I paint the face of christ red
For the son of god is dead
I erase all that he has said
For the son of god is dead
The lies shall no longer spread
For the son of god is dead
For nothing he died, for nothing he bled
The son of god is dead

From Nowhere To Nowhere II

Now a creature of reclusive nature
My eyes burn with an intense hatred
For everything locked in their sight
A darkened countenance adorns my face
I long for the day when the flame in your eyes
Engulfs the long-frozen shell of my bitter heart
For only you can give the sun its light
Only you can put the stars back in the sky

To be brought back from the dead
To regret everything I've said
To retire this path insane
From nowhere to nowhere again

My shadow grows until I am lost within
The black aura of my faults and failures
How can I look to the sunrise of the morn
How can I hope to live beyond this night
When everyday with you reminds me
How I can't live without you
And everyday without you
Reminds me how I can't live with myself