Christians Blaphemers

He woke up

Inspired

After the make up

That we made it,

He's writting songs for God

But backwards is for mine.

Oh, Allah, Oh, Allah,

Oh, Allah, Oh, Allah,

Oh, Allah, Oh, Allah,

Oh, Allah, Oh, Allah,

Oh, Allah, Oh, Allah,

Oh, Allah, Oh, Allah.

Good or bad

But they are

Christians blasphemers,

But they are

Christians blasphemers

His worship

Just have been

For God,

But the secret

Of his verses

They are ban,

Majestic

Temples

From a Mason

It's the santuary

Of your pleas

And crying.

I don't sing you,

I don't tell you

What the right is,

I don't write you,

I don't scream you

The contrary

But they are

Christians blasphemers,

But they are

Christians blasphemers.

The offerings

Are offenses

Of poverty

And the rhymes

That you will 

Never check it

And in the scene

They're presented

With purity

But that morning

He kissed

That gay.

I don't sing you,

I don't tell you

The incorrect,

I don't write you,

I don't scream you

The adverse,

I don't alert you,

I don't warn you

Who God is

But I assure you

And confirm you

That He isn't yours,

Because they are

Christians blasphemers,

Because they are

Christians blasphemers

I don't tell you what the sin is,

I don't sing you what the bad is,

No, no, no, no,

But you're still sinning,

But you're still stealing,

God, God, God, God,

I don't scream you your big mistake,

I don't write you commandments

No, no, no, no,

But you are worshiping,

But you are loving

To Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil.

Album: Illuminated.