Gutted..  Confessions for the youth to weaken resistance   Gutted³..   For a god, his dead slaves   No light of god, i choose madness   Gutted children of faith   Inside the well of life, poison diseases fortune for the herding of the   Throne   Common are the bleeding dying entrails of what used to be their reasoning   Don't forgive my sins, i'm not your son   With pride i stand alone from the cross   Nails through flesh, beckon me not for i will not pray   Gutted..   As he guts his children, i will not be forgiven   Gutted children   The weakened savior turns to the worthless masses, claims their minds, owns   Their thoughts and owns their souls   A delite to herd his sheep   As he guts his children, i will not be forgiven   Gutted children