ApoState – Live

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Apostate

Fallen from the Church of State

No longer swallow what they feed me

Stomach turns from all I’ve ate

And vile disgust has freed me

 

My Uncle Sam is a criminal

Just in another suit

Greed, control, and Egos’ rule

Fear feeds and “lies” at its root

 

Some wear blue and some wear red

Pachyderms and Asses in public war

In dark intercourse they divide the bread

Hidden secret, behind the Door

 

They pay homage to a plastic God

Who lets them play the priestly Pimp

But they with Whore’s stilettos shod

Feet quick for evil will always finally limp

 

They wage a war upon the poor

Disguised as helpful hand

Abuse the meek and make them more

They break their legs to help them stand

 

Their war on Terror wages

Like a crackhead on the Rock

Bloodlust high, crazy it rages

As they sacrifice the Baby’s blood and mock

 

So damn them all to the Hell they love

And the Church in which they breed

Their God is one I know not of

Mine, the Maker of the Seed

 

Necromancers in gowns of light

Their spells enthrall the masses

Wake up my friend join in the fight

And they can kiss our Natural asses

3 thoughts on “ApoState – Live

  1. I think in this case the instruments kind of made it hard to focus on the words. I had to go back to when you posted it earlier and see if you’d changed anything. Some things work better than others with the back up.

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