Invert The Idols Lyrics - Reign Supreme - Dying Fetus

Minds seduced by scripture, masquerade as pawns 

Rejecting each other, they take on many forms 

Minions praising with compulsion, statues stand and stare 

Holy hymns, incantations, rise into the air 

High on the myths of the church 

They never quite see where they are 

Like God, their devil is an icon, for face-painting frauds 

A holy ghost laugh, a fetish for the weak 

Satanic overlords for paranoid freaks 

Always ranting and obsessing, hiding from themselves 

Living out their fantasy, morbidly indulged 

High on the myths of the church 

They never quite see where they are 

Their devil is a joke in the real world 

Where death is never far 

Burn all the icons, fuck your fairytales 

Cleanse your head of filth 

Bred on illusion, fed on tradition pull the wool from your eyes