The Lord Is My Weapon by Otep

Eternal salvation suffers from invasion.

Say what you need to save your soul
But don't fuck with me,
I'm losin' control
I'm so tired of this, so sick of you
My tongue is battered and bruised from all these atti-tudes...

Teach me the magic of your sacred poems
Conjuring a voice of signs and omens
Prophecies got debris
The syllables and symbols breathe

And as we climb, divine
To sacrifice our wounded minds
This awkward chance to seek, insanity
I can't save you, cause I HATE ME.

The lord is my weapon
And I see him shoot pawns
Woman is the devil
Your god is a fraud!

Everyone you knew
Everything you've ever done
Suffer for your freedom
Die by the law

Say what you need to save your soul
But leave your religion at the door
Smokin' all of Christians weed
I'm sick of these weak anarchies

You see me as a place to make a bruise
But in my reality I'm a slate of the muse
FUCK THESE HYPOCRITES, together we'll fight
Tyrannist swears, as quick as your knife

The lord is my weapon
And I see him shoot pawns
Woman is the devil
Your god is a fraud!

Everyone you knew
Everything you've ever done
Suffer for your freedom
Die by the law

All you sinners
Blasphemers
Burn in the pit

Burn
Burn
Burn

The lord is my weapon
And I see him shoot pawns
Woman is the devil
Your god is a fraud!

Everyone you knew
Everything you've ever done
Suffer for your freedom
Die by the law

Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me
SAVE ME!!!!
SAVE ME!!!!
SAVE ME!!!!