Second Death - Stray From The Path

A cover up of the highest scale they’re never caught

The silence is deafening, yea it’s forever bought

Word from the top, paid to shut up and take it

Blame the victims, cause it’s easy to believe that they faked it

A home for abuse in the church of lies

A garden of Eden around a house of ruined lives

A man of the cloth with the choir in his bed

Three thousand strong, but all fucked up in the head

There’s a place in hell for bastards like you

The power of Christ compels you

Sick fucks in a position of trust

Stakeout by the playground

Waiting for the bus

Three from the pope

Should be swinging from a rope

Six year sentence out in three with the first vote

The power of Christ compels you

To carry out your evil obsession

The power of Christ compels you

No god would ever hear your Confession

Violate then escape

They keep you safe within their Walls

You can hide in the house of god

But what happens when the fucking cross falls?

There’s a place in hell for bastards like you

There’s a place in hell you motherfucker