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Let Thy Will Be Done

It speaks to you with a severed tongue

Your prophet, It whimpers, peel back the skin of divinity (set me free)

Hang me from the Bible Belt

Asphyxiate on the belt worn within

It all feels like heaven when you’re burning again

Bliss in a bullet wound; it will all be over soon

We are sick in the swamp of sin

Hang me from the Bible Belt

In a peaceful moment only seconds from the end

It all feels like heaven when you’re burning again

Suffocate me, mutilate me

I clench my teeth and embrace the pain

Can’t get out

So I choose the chain

Until the rope breaks

Until the rope breaks

Embrace the pain, locked out of heaven

Until the rope breaks

You found me hanging from the Bible Belt

Tongue swells, eyes bulge

There is no struggle, not a single feeble prayer

Just hold your breath and kick the fucking chair

Save me

Suspend me

Release me

Let Thy Will Be Done

Feast on intolerance; suffer in the dark

Let Thy Will Be Done

Festering doctrine; cursed blackened Monarch

You feel it scream in the dead of night

With no other souls in your sight

Whispers just out of view

Fill yourself again to feel anew

Hang me from the Bible Belt