THE INSULT CIRCUS

Words: Salomon

Music: Minier, Chaffin

Album: The Crucified

From the very moment

I heard your deceit and subtle lies

From the moment you shocked me silent

I burned to question: Why? Why?

Why do you insist, you persist in

Blasphemy of my Lord and God!

Take your opinions and empty accusations home

And rot!

Your world is so perverted

Nausea grips my stomach

I think I’m gonna vomit

And to think I once took part

In the Narrow-mindedness of a hardened heart

Why? Why?

Why the insults to my Lord?

There is no point without support

Blaming God for faults of men

You don’t even understand

Some feeble point or shock effect

Who do you benefit?

You profit off another’s pain

And bite the hand that seeks to aid

Lies! Lies!

Motive: Ego

Knowledge: Who knows?

Solution: Zero

Your goal: Oh, so vague

And the band “Millions of Dead”

Whoever you are mumbling and grumbling about

Today, your music’s fast and you’re outspoken

But you have little or nothing to say

And the boys from south of heaven

Who knock T.V. preachers with every other word

You come off so concerned

And charge twenty bucks for a T-shirt

Hypocrisy your breath holds

Deception reeks thick and bold

You don’t care about anyone but yourself

You couldn’t care less if I rot in hell

Me or anyone else

Why? Why?

And the band named after the cow disease

So proud if you’re without

Sin then go ahead

Cast your two cents in

And half the bands in the Berkley Mag

On the bandwagon of the Insult circus

Of all the wrongs

You slag the rights and lose us

To your purpose

If you’re so wise then solve my troubles

Instead, you ask more and more

Needless questions and my troubles double

Give us something we can use

You serve only to confuse

Why? Why?

(This song is meant to refer directly to those who speak of God

though they know so little of Him)