The accusations and the blame
True or false, they seem the same
Filthy fingers rise in rows
And out of shit a flower grows
I’m amazed
How damn low people can go
Only by being themselves
Those with hearts of ever-frost
Always know we never lost
Flames rose high… Not enough to melt the ice
Tiny minds and virtuous whores
Bunch of morons with a cause
Jesus saves? — We will piss upon your graves!
Three wise men came to the North
On their donkeys they rode forth
Whining I’d committed sins
Moaning I’m too everything
Still amazed
How a whole trio of men can have
Only two brain cells
Those with hearts of ever-frost
Will always know we never lost
Acid rain: Urine on your flames
Urine on your flames, urine on your flames
Those with hearts of ever-frost
Will always know we never lost
Flames rose high… Not enough to melt the ice
Tiny minds and virtuous whores
A bunch of morons with a cause
Jesus saves? — We will piss upon your graves!
Placid rain: Urine on your graves