The Sermon of the liar
is the triumph of despair.

I don't wan't to be a part of it...

I rise from the ground,
painted with my blood.
Living questions, dead answers,
paralyzed, want's to die.
Painfull hands, weak and cold,
my own disease, not yet known.

He acts to heal you but wish you suffer.
More they fail the more you will pay.
Lift them up, drop them down,
determined, scheduled play.
Never leave us or Jesus kill you,
praise the Lord on a floor with retards.

Secret manipulation of free souls.
Lethal institute of singing horde.
The Sermon of the liar!

The holy spirit of mass-hysteria,
creates a hate against your will.
Feed me arrogance, slay the individual.

Adore me hard! Earn forgiveness!
We make love through trepanation.
Long we're lived, long we'll die.
Encrypted wisdom hides you for a while.
Blind prophet, reign of witness,
never know himself, a myth so aimless.

Secret manipulation of free souls.
Lethal institute of singing horde.
The Sermon of the liar!