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machina aeon - satan can fuck off, too! كلمات أغنية

they preach heaven, sell h_ll, stack lies sky_high
fake saviors, fake devils, i see through the disguise
you ain’t saving n0body; your book’s just a weapon
time to spit fire, this my anti_sermon session
crosses burn, temples fall, truth we pursue
god’s a fraud, satan can f_ck off, too
all your idols crumble; your doctrine’s untrue
save your prayers, they can f_ck off, too
they hold the bible like a blade to the throat
but i’m slicing through the scripture, watch the holy boat float
clerics in the pulpit selling fear for a fee
i see ’em drowning in thеir sins while they preach to thе free
god’s in the sky? nah, he’s a no_show clown
devil’s in the details? just some myth you wrote down
both sides play the game, but i’m breaking the board
burning bridges to the heavens, no allegiance to lords
don’t tell me what’s divine while the innocent bleed
your holy wars got bodies stacking high for the greed
no savior’s comin’, nah, it’s time to expose
tear down the idols, let the myth decompose
crosses burn, temples fall, truth we pursue
god’s a fraud, satan can f_ck off, too
all your idols crumble; your doctrine’s untrue
save your prayers, they can f_ck off, too
eternal life’s just a scam for control
satan’s pitchfork? just a prop for your soul
preachers with their mansions, they ain’t living like saints
while the faithful scr_pe pennies just to kneel and give thanks
lucifer and yahweh, two sides of the scam
playing tug_of_war with your fear like, “here i am!”
i choose neither, l’m the wolf outside the pen
burning scripture with my breath, never bowing again
no guilt, no shame, what’s your holy decree?
i’m the architect of freedom; religion’s disease
from the stained glass windows to the sermons of dread
i’ll turn your gods to ashes; watch me dance on the dead

crosses burn, temples fall, truth we pursue
god’s a fraud, satan can f_ck off, too
all your idols crumble; your doctrine’s untrue
save your prayers, they can f_ck off, too
this ain’t a prayer; it’s a battle cry to the blind
free your mind from the shackles, leave the lies behind
let the false gods rot, let the dogmas die slow
satan can f_ck off, too, it’s the end of the show

- machina aeon

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