The Culture

Bow down to a pretty face 
Worship Christ, wear Satan's face 
Put liars in their place  
And then act tame 

You live one time then you're a ghost 
Live while you can and make the most 
Words uttered from a hunter  
To his game 

Rank figures for the way they look 
Thank Jesus for the souls He took 
Murder is still fashion  
Age is reason 

Watch fire and the way it burns 
And maybe some day man will learn 
If killing counters passion 
Love is treason 

Now ignorance can play no place 
In covering that beaten face 
So put the blame on death 
But don't insult her 

Do not forget the things you've seen 
This isn't just a scary dream 
It's something more obscene 
It is the culture                      


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