The rotting corpse of Jesus Christ
with foul and putrid breath
Belched keep my word in life
and I’ll provide for you in death
And no one questioned what he meant
I think its plain to see
This man who could not save himself
Cannot do shit for me

Every time the you lie a little part of me dies
(A little part of me dies)
Every time the you lie a little part of me dies
(A little part of me dies)
Every time the you lie a little part of me dies
(A little part of me dies)
Every time the you lie a little part of me dies
(A little part of me dies)

The faithful are but wretched pawns
Indoctrinated filth
Who bend to those that know the truth
Manipulated shills
And no one questioned what they meant
The blind shall never see
The fucker couldn’t save himself
He can’t do shit for me

Every time the you lie a little part of me dies
(A little part of me dies)
Every time the you lie a little part of me dies
(A little part of me dies)
Every time the you lie a little part of me dies
(A little part of me dies)
Every time the you lie a little part of me dies
(A little part of me dies)

In Death

Endgame Protocol