If It Bleeds It Dies - Burn

Blood of my blood Antichrist
Holy systems, high and mighty fallen
Your temple shall burn
Condescending books
Burn
Failure, forsaken your lies, burn
Blood of my blood Antichrist
You shall burn
Crucified, nails through your hands
As the crows rip your soul apart
Unholy creation of man
My soul has risen
I will show you the pleasures of death
I will show you the depths of your soul
Blood of my blood Antichrist

Written by:
JOSEPH WILLIAMS, DAVID F FRANK PAICH

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