Invert the Idols - Dying Fetus
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Invert the Idols Lyrics
Minds seduced by scripture, masquerade as pawns
Rejecting each other, they take on many forms
Minions praising with compulsion, statues stand and stare
Holy hymns, incantations, rise into the airHigh on the myths of the church
They never quite see where they are
Like God, their devil is an icon, for face-painting fraudsA holy ghost laugh, a fetish for the weak
Satanic overlords for paranoid freaksAlways ranting and obsessing, hiding from themselves
Living out their fantasy, morbidly indulgedHigh on the myths of the church
They never quite see where they are
Their devil is a joke in the real world
Where death is never farBurn all the icons, fuck your fairytales
Cleanse your head of filthBred on illusion, fed on tradition pull the wool from your eyes
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