Lyrics Fuck Your God - SickTanicK

I want everyone that you raise your hands,
And we gonna pray in tongues.
Hallelujah, let's do it.
Oh, we love you, Jesus!
Ooh... Holy Spirit, Lord. Feel its power!
How can you believe is something that you cannot see
Blood is inside us but if you're cut then you will bleed

There is no proof of your god other than your faith
And yet you act like you're living in a lucid state

You say the bible is the proof of your god's existence
But if that's true, then why are there so many religions

Who are you to say your system is so right for me
It's fuckin' funny, you believe in what you cannot see
Religion's nothing more than a business, like this music shit
You ask me how when you just bought a crucifix

You give your money to the pastor and the holy land
While your god goes to the bank with your money in hand

I'd rather burn in hell than serve your god in heaven
I'd rather be poor than pay your god his holy severance

Fuck your god, the holy spirit and the holy father
You all are sheep so I lead you now into the slaughter

[Where should we putting our efforts?
Where should we putting our focus?
I'll tell you where are our enemies are
Putting it.
They are putting it on the kids.]

How can you believe in something that you cannot see
Then have the nerve to try and push that shit off on me

You have no explanation of how your god exists
You say he loves us but we burn if we don't repent

What kind of father would want his kids to burn forever
Right or wrong, a bloodline it cannot be severed

If we are all gods children, tell me where's our father

What kind of dad asks his kids to contribute dollars

What kind of father allows his children to be raped

By the people that are supposed to spread his holy faith
You are so ignorant that you can't see past the lies
Instead you preach and infringe on my daily life

Everywhere I go I see a new church now
I don't agree so I burn them motherfuckers down

I'd rather burn in hell than serve your god in heaven
I'd rather be poor than pay your god his holy severance

Fuck your god, the holy spirit and the holy father
You all are sheep so I lead you now into the slaughter

I'd rather burn in hell than serve your god in heaven
I'd rather be poor than pay your god his holy severance

Fuck your god, the holy spirit and the holy father
You all are sheep so I lead you now into the slaughter