Preaching Death

As it began so shall it end, from nothing the idea was born
Fragile and weak, it grew stronger with time
Consuming the world, now it's old and dying
The institution's reached it's end, the worm has turned
Weak ideaology, it was all a lie
You've been betrayed, god doesn't exist
The devil is blameless
You are guilty for your own sins
Killing in the name of god, how pathetic
My how the mighty have fallen consumed by it's own kind
Clawing to their faith, they accuse each other
For their fall from grace.
Your religion is old, your way of life is dead
As life changes and everything moves on
That which cannot adapt must surely die
Your religion smells of death
Your god is fucking dead!
As it began so shall it end, from nothing the idea was born
Fragile and weak, it grew stronger with time
Consuming the world, now it's old and dying
The institution's reached it's end, the worm has turned