Getting A Grip On Things Lyrics - Crucified

hatred is the perfect word 

for everything I think of you 

you were conquered by my God 

you, prince of darkness 

the arrogant fool 

if given the chance, and the strength 

to do all that I wish to you 

I'd shout with glee (!) show no mercy 

and rip the filthy life from you 

getting a grip on things 

tightening our grip on things 

satan has been beat 

focus less on his power 

and more on his defeat 

I'd start by stabbing seven times 

for every single lie you've said 

for lust of eyes I'd pluck out yours 

for lust of flesh I'd split your head 

for loneliness I'd seal your ears 

for bitterness I'd burn you 

for capitol punishment of unborn innocents 

I'd take the sword and run you through 

for bigotry I'd paint you black 

yellow, white, and red 

for opression of my bretheren 

I'd tie a noose around your neck