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Christ Analogue - The Religious Experience Of Mankind



Denominate
Deteriorate

In the days of my enforced religion
Comes affliction of the self
The Puritan and cold divisions
Leads an introspective hell

I am tied upon a floor, a vindictive state of praise
And the chains of the belief have cut my wrists for many days
And leave scabs, for my future to relieve
As I pick away, they bleed

I can not repent
I can not restore
I am so unclean
To the eyes of God

In the days of my endured religion
Comes the order of the gash
The chaos of the soul departure
Scented burning of the flesh

I am tied upon a floor, a vindictive state of praise
And the chains of the belief cut my wrists for many days
And leave scabs, for my future to relieve
As I pick away, they bleed
Reason leaves me
I must spread my disease
Like a whore to the slave of economy
To religion and self decline
I divide all the suffering and hate and I will conquer mine
Alleviate my soul from this awful belief
And its infrastructural deceit
And its claim upon the body
This is the blood
This is the fucking lie - receive