We can bring the apocalypse   In our vatican in line six   We're the face of the end of time   We can burn and leave no ash behind      Now it's butcher time      We were never satanists   Never bit on the christian myth   You don't see how there one in the same?    You pigs just drive us all insane      Now it's butcher time      I think we'll just shut you up   You'll never see anything quite like this   A big fucking shit colored sky   That rains constant cyanide      Now it's butcher time      The devil lives in rome   The devil cloaked in robes      Who do you control?    You can't control your own priests   (x2)      Can't fool the world again   The book is fuckin' dead      Lying and smiling and fucking   It's all about control      Useless and boring   Knee deep in christian shit      Christians and catholics   A plague that scars the world      Killers and rapists   Your priests are uncontrolled      The devil lives in rome   The devil cloaked in robes