Crwn Thy Frnicatr Lyrics - Singles - Psyclon Nine

You ripped the soul from the child in me 

Bow down to the land of the free 

Bow down to the world to the world that made me 

Bury the nails into the one like me 

Consecrating the lies exalts false prophecy 

Tearing apart of man and all his goals 

Offers benediction and wills to plague your 

Soul is made 

In god the taste 

Of sulphur and rain 

The Christ now turns on man 

And brings him pain 

A gun to the temple of a world enslaved 

By the ties that bind us to a faded hope 

Ensures the perversion that you try to hide 

Will become as dust that will fade in time