Testo Apocalypse

Since I was a child, I sought my own ways, Who's god and who's not.
I'm so sick of hearing you preach about heaven,
All this bullshit about paradise,
People decide, Lord Jesus Christ.

All you try to get in, To the end of the rainbow,
But know I'll always be there, With a stab in the back
Have mercy, It's the end of your life.
As my mind slips away,
I see no end for this misery,
The only truth is myself,
I can't go on this way-No.

People decide, Lord Jesus Christ.
The Christians must be stopped,
From spreading all the lies,
The only way to kill there hate, With a stab in the back.
Have mercy, It's the end, Of your life.