Whitechapel, Vincent Bennett - Murder Sermon lyrics
[Whitechapel, Vincent Bennett - Murder Sermon lyrics]
Father, I have sinned
Forgive me for I don't know what do I do
I have become devoid of faith
I am devoid of faith
As I mutter these words into his ear
His hypocritical eyes show me
The origin of fear
Suddenly it seems he has lost all faith
In the one who's faulty life he helped erase
He tells me that he can make things right
I take his inverted symbol
Of everlasting life
And brand it on his flesh
In between his eyes
This is a cold-blooded crime
But it just feels so right
The upper hand is mine and so is his life
On this cold night, my sermon
Be preached before his majesty
Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
This is not the devil's work
This is my murder sermon, proven to be real
(Real)
Murder sermon murder sermon
On this cold night, my sermon
Be preached before his majesty
Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
This is not the devil's work
This is my murder sermon, proven to be real
I cannot be changed, you're the one to blame
Stare into the face of the one you can't save
So now you've taken all you can ingest
I rip your still-beating heart
From your chest look me in the eye as
You take your last breath
I hope your soul never rests
I cannot be changed, you're the one to blame
Stare into the face of the one you can't save
Forgive me for I don't know what do I do
I have become devoid of faith
I am devoid of faith
As I mutter these words into his ear
His hypocritical eyes show me
The origin of fear
Suddenly it seems he has lost all faith
In the one who's faulty life he helped erase
He tells me that he can make things right
I take his inverted symbol
Of everlasting life
And brand it on his flesh
In between his eyes
This is a cold-blooded crime
But it just feels so right
The upper hand is mine and so is his life
On this cold night, my sermon
Be preached before his majesty
Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
This is not the devil's work
This is my murder sermon, proven to be real
(Real)
Murder sermon murder sermon
On this cold night, my sermon
Be preached before his majesty
Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
This is not the devil's work
This is my murder sermon, proven to be real
I cannot be changed, you're the one to blame
Stare into the face of the one you can't save
So now you've taken all you can ingest
I rip your still-beating heart
From your chest look me in the eye as
You take your last breath
I hope your soul never rests
I cannot be changed, you're the one to blame
Stare into the face of the one you can't save