Thrown to the wolves and you relish the pain 

Like a shriveled weed in a rotted bouquet 

Glutted on death and you're thirsty again 

And like a dog, you return to your vomit 

Your place of sorrows and all of your torments 

Has become your home and all of your best friends 

To quench your addiction inject the drug that has filled you 

And to fulfill your life turn to the one that will kill you 

Mercy to you 

Oh, pearls before swine 

God is mythology 

In your twisted mind 

You're an open grave 

A festering tomb 

You live like an animal 

And you'll die like on too 

You're an accusing spirit; expose the dust in one's eye 

While your empty sockets swarm with maggots inside 

Diseases infests you, infections make you blind 

Yet you lie in your cesspool swollen in pride 

Scream of your rights, instincts and your freedoms 

As you gaze through the bars of diseased addictions 

Go ahead, serve your master-for I know him well 

He'll throw you scraps from his table until you're devoured in Hell 

To not believe in God 

That does not mean 

You believe in nothing, rather 

You'll believe in anything 

Thrown to the wolves and you relish the pain 

Glutton of death and you hunger again 

Your place of sorrows and all of your torments 

Has become a razed fortress and your God-forsaken friends