(J. Alanhs)
I'll say this with all
The hate of my heart
The images of this world
Are blackened as hell
Take a look in
Into the church
People like zombies
Hearing and answering as clones
Thousands of saints deified
Thousands of dungy cults
From a shallow culture
Approaching the feeble minds
Images not feels, not hears
Virgins are there many as they say?
