Testo Witchhunt Luxt

Witchhunt

You look like sin to me. All dolled in flashy freedom,
You know no discipline, You don't bow down to Him
so, I see no reason in your Holding your head up high,
I see no me in you so You must... die.
What you want, what you need are all the answers.
What I've got, what I bleed are all your chances.
Cross me, you'll have to answer to my bloody urge.
Every second more of this is adding to this killing surge.
You don't agree with me or follow any of my truths,
You won't accept my charity or swallow all my rules,
You don't see Him within me, still denying that I'm wise,
You won't bow down so you must,
so you will so we will make you all die.
You follow other wordings, You drink obvious lies,
You open up your mouth, But I see covered eyes,
You make no sense to me so You give me reason why,
You don't fit in with Us So, you will... die.
You don't agree with me or follow any of my truths,
You won't accept my charity or swallow all my rules,
You don't see Him within me, still denying that I'm wise,
You won't bow down so you must,
so you will so we will make you all die.
You speak in shifting eyelids, You bring up questions of,
Things that I choose to scoff at, There is only His love.
You talk of other thoughts that threaten my faith's thin guise,
Frankly you frighten me, So you must... die.
I say so. I say so. I say so. I say so. I say so. I say so.
It has to be, It has to be, It has to be, (etc).
Blonde haired blue eyed white skinned Christ is watching,
Blonde haired blue eyed white skinned Christ is waiting,
Blonde haired blue eyed white skinned Christ is angry.
Blonde haired blue eyed white skinned Christ just sold your soul.
It has to be (etc)