Undivine Election

unholy judge on high above

unholy finger you piont at evry one

and you sit alone on your moral throne

none do you serve so you've become your own

you must have died

you must have died

you must have died

to have your foolish pride

black cross within, imagination

while you rid the world of your every sin

so have you become our redemption

a self-righteous master of undivine election