Letra da Música: (Mother May I) Burn the Heretic - Elevator 22

Gilded cross upon the alter,
An icon of your sad god.
You mourn your savior
Breadth of weakness,
An honourless deity
Mine is a godless honour,
Yours a godly wonder
A mortal god is no god,


But a man in guise
A foolish weakling, who under heavens cries


My religion has no faith, I push the envelope every day.
My meditation stupefies the simpleton.


I make life, I break life and warp it to my will
I culture the likes of Man
And what displeases me ends up in the...


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Mother, will these fools not learn?

Mother, will these fools not learn?
They mortify my soul.

You were here before he;
An impostor in a jester suit
Crawling, and begging
Man must grow strong,
Fitness is the only virtue
A mortal god is no god, but a man in guise,
I am man, I am mortal, I am god
My meditation is salvation [sadly]
Bow down peons, I have arrived
Your living god shall save you
Mother, they have not learned
May I burn the heretics?