It's A Bloody Day When You Get Your Hand Nailed To A Kross Lyrics - Circle Of Dead Children

We were not born into sin 

We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless 

traditionalism 

shaped into the guise of human nature 

Human nature is a self-fulfilling slaughterhouse 

and we must resist the simplicity of existing as a simple human 

A shred of salvation is the mission of the pigs 

The trusting pigs and the man-made ghost 

Linked by susceptibility and ignorance 

Morality is synthetic 

Human nature is pathetic 

Embrace the mythos 

Embrace the lie 

Morality is synthetic 

Human nature is pathetic 

You want your cross and you will receive it 

A cross for every pig Squeal on the cross as I drive a single spike through 

your skull 

Hammering as the pigs of Faith squeal 

The prayers of tradition silenced by the howls of crucified holy 

Destroy the mythos 

Destroy the lie 

Destroy the pigs 

Hammer out life 

Hammering - bleeding the pigs 

Hammering - bleeding the pigs