Malignant Songtext
von Apostasy

A helping hand from an ignorant father
Distorting a misery
Born and raised with saying grace
Only a scorned and bitched
Your private parts is missing the skin
A sacred whore
She is living on fortune of rape
For making your pay
No matter how, no matter what
The employee′s weapon is a smile from the darkness
Blindfolded eyes with heavenly disguise
Your blood is a mess Fought in the vapes
But still you live with who you are
The decay
You're dying to the greatest man of all
Judgement for thinking different
′Cause the young son of a human bastard
Judging every moment for his chance to destroy
It's not meant to be
To vote the earth, get down on your knees
Ooh, every father does have sin
I think we make her also more than the skin