Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow

Your god has fallen from grace I wish he was real so I can spit in his face Dead three days and refuses to rise A failure in his father's eyes God's eyes lie in the Devil's hands. x4 Humanity's downfall is a trust in a God that isn't there We are disease of this earth Scatter the ashes and shatter the bone as I reclaim my rightful place upon His thrown God's eyes lie in the Devil's hands. x4 I don't have faith in Him but I believe in your failures Your king on high is lower than low. x3