Technical Crime
Innocents, bleeding through the eyes of innocence, they pray Falling bloodless to the ground Crushed under the feel of all the crowd Your bombs make me smile You destroy my enemies Now they believe in my lies As God Kills: in mind an illusion In the hands the weapon-desperation As God Kills: in mind an illusion In my head a new war declaration Every blessed day: cutting the heads of all the blessed son of yours I did not taste the unfaithful blood I pray to win this blessed Scriptureâs war Donât tell me these lies You donât want to spread your faith You donât want to give me your oil As God Kills: in mind an illusion In the hands the weapon-desperation As God Kills: in mind an illusion In my head a new war declaration As God Kills: in mind an illusion In the hands the weapon-desperation As God Kills: in mind an illusion In my head a new war declaration
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026
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Children! With their schoolbag With hold parents With their religions With other thoughts Children! Modernly Manipulated Often disappointed. Education crucifixion x4 Children! With their schoolbag With hold parents With their religions With other thoughts Children! Modernly Manipulated Often disappointed. Inside my brain confusion and… Inside their brains confusion and… Children
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025
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Our Father high in heaven, smile down upon your son Who is busy with his money games – his women and his gun Oh, Jesus! Save me. And the unsung western hero, he killed an Indian or three And then he made his name in Hollywood to set the white man free Oh, Jesus! Save me. If Jesus saves, well he better save himself From the gory glory seekers who use his name in death Oh, Jesus! Save me. If Jesus saves, well he better save himself From the gory glory seekers who use his name in death Oh, Jesus! Save me. Well I saw him in the city, and on the mountains of the moon His cross was rather bloody, and he could hardly roll his stone Oh, Jesus! Save me.
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 16, 2025