"Cut From God" lyrics

Lay beneath my hate
Cut you from God
Lay beneath my hate
Cut you from God
Guilt Trip
Give me it

Oh, come on, come on, I taste for it
Hatred
Excise a prayer before dawn
Crown of thorns
My fury was built for you
And now take it, take it, take
Or I will force it down

You will walk the lines of my ladened hate
Reach for my hand, I will lacerate

Cut from God

Still dragging my fists on the concrete
Drawn blood from which I was baptised
For all that you've done to me
Now you can lay beneath the cold winds of my hatred

You will walk the lines of my ladened hate
Reach for my hand, I will lacerate

You've quenched the blade
Swing it

Cut from God

Still dragging my fists on the concrete
Drawing the blood for you to taste it
For all that you've done to me
Lay beneath the cold winds of my hatred
Lacerate

Cut from God