Corrosion Of Conformity. Animosity. Holier. Zeneszám

Holier, much holier than you were before
No more
No more
The wrath of God will serve you well as bodies fall
Now your purpose, Jesus, flowing in your soul
Feel complete what a nice retreat to the call
In hate
Ending all possibilities for things to change
Finding the answers, distoring the question
No more
Rotting in your empty shell

In your mind you've found it
It's death you chose, you chose it well
In my mind, where's your God? He's in your head
Writhing in relentless hell
In their minds, they've found it
In my mind, where's your God? He's in your head