Murder Sermon

Murder Sermon -Whitechapel

Father I have sinned

Forgive me for I don't know what to do

I have become devoid of faith

I am devoid of faith

As I mutter these words into his ear

His hypocritical eyes show me the origin of fear

Suddenly it seems he has lost all faith

In the one who's faulty life he helped erased

He tells me that he can make things right

I take his inverted symbol of everlasting life

And brand it on his flesh in between his eyes

This is a cold blooded crime

But it just feels so right

The upper hand is mine

And so is his life

On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty

Now overthrown to be silenced by violence

This is not the devil's work

This is my murder sermon proven to be real

Murder sermon

Murder sermon

On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty

Now overthrown to be silenced by violence

This is not the devil's work

This is my murder sermon proven to be real

I cannot be changed

You're the one to blame

Stare into the face

Of the one you can't save

So now you've taken all you can ingest

I rip your still beating heart from your chest

Look me in the eye as you take your last breath

I hope your soul never rests

I cannot be changed

You're the one to blame

Stare into the face

Of the one you can't save