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MALEVOLENCE LYRICS
"Fuck the Lord 2002" (2003 EP)
1. Fuck the Lord
2. CCF
3. Bleed
4. Fuck the Lord (1995 Version)
5. Blood Dreams (Remix)
6. Taste for Cold Flesh (1995 Version)
1. Fuck the Lord
Jesus hates you and so do I Wasting your lives, worship the sky
Restrictions, your freedom reeks Of the lies, your god, he speaks
Born without brains you live on the cross
Self made matyrs no-ones loss
Your god is death count the cost
Fuck the Lord
Jesus hates you and so do I The last command Fuck Off and Die
Your god is dead his faith replaced Your dead god is church encased
Born without brains you live on the cross
Self made matyrs no-ones loss
Your god is death count the cost
Fuck the Lord
Jesus hates you and so do I Fools and gods my brains deny
You think you're better for your beliefs When you die there's no relief
Born without brains you live on the cross
Self made matyrs no-ones loss
Your god is death count the cost
Fuck the Lord
Your god is ignorance you see... So is your faith and charity
Your death and life are just the same... In death you find no god to blame
2. CCF
It only costs one dollar a day
To salve your conscience - not much to pay
90 cents on administration costs leaves a spoonful of rice
WHAT A GIFT FROM GOD
How much money do you make?
Or hand out to the CIA
Do you choose which army you fund?
FASCISTS KILL WITH CHRISTIAN GUNS
CCF (ONE DOLLAR A DAY)
CCF (ONE DOLLAR A DAY)
CCF (ONE DOLLAR A DAY)
YOU SUCK!
3. Bleed
Using your deterrent for the furtherance of greed
The lower classes starving while the comfortable feed
And who decides to grant the wants of those above the need?
BLEED!... BLEED!...
A lingering demise, your death is incomplete
You have no eyes and nowhere to retreat
Beneath the flesh, we all bleed the same
You bleed me white, for you I'll do the same
STOP!
The cesspit of the world
The Stench begins at you
Its not what you have
Its your attitude
I'm sure you worked hard
From the day you were born
But when you learned the hate
you began to Bleed...
BLEED!...
4. Fuck the Lord (1995 Version)
Jesus hates you and so do I Wasting your lives, worship the sky
Restrictions, your freedom reeks Of the lies, your god, he speaks
Born without brains you live on the cross
Self made matyrs no-ones loss
Your god is death count the cost
Fuck the Lord
Jesus hates you and so do I The last command Fuck Off and Die
Your god is dead his faith replaced Your dead god is church encased
Born without brains you live on the cross
Self made matyrs no-ones loss
Your god is death count the cost
Fuck the Lord
Jesus hates you and so do I Fools and gods my brains deny
You think you're better for your beliefs When you die there's no relief
Born without brains you live on the cross
Self made matyrs no-ones loss
Your god is death count the cost
Fuck the Lord
Your god is ignorance you see... So is your faith and charity
Your death and life are just the same... In death you find no god to blame
5. Blood Dreams (Remix)
Walking through a forest in a dream
Each tree a crucifix like bone
Then crosses twist to trees and scream
Spewing a red and sticky foam
A hooded man (ancient I think)
Fills up his cup with this bloody burst
With outstretched hands he demands "Drink!"
I wake faint with desires thirst
Blood dreams haunt me in my dreams at night, A vampyr's curse
Blood dreams obsess my waking hours unholy thirst
From childhood as gods elect Blood dreams inflicted me
Still I resist Satanic lust, Ignore my destiny... NO
I won't kill, I won't drink, You can't make me, No
Nothing you can say or do will convince me so
Am I evil? Am I mad? Is this a bless or curse?
Slowly rotting my resolve, Blood ebbs to sate my thirst
Finally my destiny I could not resist
Though its wrong blood made me strong, Blood makes me exist
No longer man I became god, Immortal timeless power
Now I hunt and drain the life, The victims I devour
Blood Dreams my victims scream, their lives drain into me (rpt 4 times)
The Powers that be arrested me, Took me to their trial
A joke to me, their puny law, My sanctity defiled
Sentenced to death, they judge a god, I refuse to die
Hanged by the neck 'til I was dead in 1949
Vampire or lunatic? A question you scream
My body dies, still I survive, hooded in your Blood Dreams
6. Taste for Cold Flesh (1995 Version)
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