Locracy

Son of a Preacher's Whore
He was the son of a preacher's whoreAnd there was nothing she didn't do forThe preachers traveling through their landHer holes where opened for all their demandsHer slavery was his determination, he became the preacher himselfTo dominate the weak and insecure to follow him into his kind of salvationControl over the simple minded was easy and so he rose up highHis spiritual leadership brought many slaves, they we're bound to him by their frustrationHis slaves became an army, their will was his, controlled by fearPreaching one body one faith one mind a thousand fists and eyesHe lived the life of a god his influence grew day by daySuppression — Control — Dominance Suppression — Control — DominanceHe took — all they had — but that was not enough for his greedSo he forced — them to give him — control over their body and their sensesSelf-mutilation — his command — men shall sew close their eyes and mouthCastration — the last ritual — to finish his perfect fellowship of believersWomen where his fighters his sex-slaves and his prideThey recruited followers by terrorizing the infidelsDecapitating and torturing was their way to spread believeBlood spilling, was his command, he gave to them while copulatingSongtexteThe masse bowed under his will, his strength broke kings and nationsThe preacher, ruler of the world, the son of whore became a god made of mortal fleshBroke down — the women — realized the insanity directing their livesThey rose — from their knees — where he kept them under his preachers-fistFreedom — in their minds — gave them strength to break the chains of their fearEternal — damnation — was the lesser threat to their sanityThan this life he gave them to live He forced them to lead And gave them a constant pain An eternal bleed An unbearable cage Of rules and suppression They finally broke free Gave their anger an expressionViolence was the only answer To defeat the religious cancerThey killed him out of desire, And their weapon was the fireHe was their godThey realized he's notFreedom from own handsIs the one tasting bestTo free themselvesThey told the rest Aus Songtexte Mania