The Insult Circus Lyrics - Crucified

from the very moment I heard your deceit and subtle lies 

from the moment you shocked me silent I burned to question: why? 

why? why do you insist, you persist in blasphemy of my Lord and God? 

take your opinions and empty accusations home and rot 

your world is so perverted 

nausea grips my stomach...I think I'm gonna vomit 

and to think I once took part in the narrowmindedness of a hardened heart 

why? 

why the insults to my Lord? 

there is no point without support 

blaming God for faults of men 

you don't even understand 

some feeble point or shock effect 

who do you benefit? 

you profit off another's pain 

and bite the hand that seeks to aid lies 

motive: ego...knowledge: who knows? 

solution: zero...your goal: oh so vague 

and the band "millions of dead" 

whoever you are mumbling and grumbling about today 

your music's fast and you're outspoken 

but you have little or nothing to say 

and the boys from south of heaven 

who knock t.v. preachers with every other word 

you come off so concerned and charge $20+ for a t-shirt 

hypocrisy your breath holds 

deception reeks thick and bold 

you don't care about anyone but yourself 

you couldn't care less if I rot in hell 

me or anyone else. 

why? 

and the band named after the cow disease 

so proud if you're without sin then go ahead 

cast your two cents in and half the bands in the 

berkley mag on the bandwagon of the insult circus 

of all the wrongs you slag the rights and lose us to your purpose 

if you're so wise then solve my troubles 

instead you ask more (and more, and more, and...) 

needless questions and my troubles double 

give us something we can use 

you serve only to confuse 

why?