Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow - The Acacia Strain

Your god has fallen from grace

I wish he was real so I can spit in his face

Dead three days and refuses to rise

A failure in his father’s eyes

God’s eyes lie in the Devil’s hands.

x4

Humanity’s downfall is a trust in a God that isn’t there

We are disease of this earth

Scatter the ashes and shatter the bone as I reclaim my rightful place upon

His throne

God’s eyes lie in the Devil’s hands.

x4

I don’t have faith in Him but I believe in your failures

Your king on high is lower than low.

x3