Luyện nghe bài hát Invert the Idols

Minds seduced by scripture, masquerade as
Rejecting each other, they take on forms
praising with compulsion, statues stand and stare
Holy hymns, incantations, rise the air

High on the of the church
They never see where they are
Like God, their is an icon, for face-painting frauds

A holy ghost laugh, a fetish for the
Satanic for paranoid freaks

Always ranting and obsessing, hiding from
out their fantasy, morbidly indulged

High on the myths of the
They never see where they are
Their is a joke in the real world
Where death is far

Burn all the icons, fuck your
your head of filth

Bred on illusion, fed on pull the wool from your eyes