Letra de Torment In Salvation

Consumed by self-righteousness
Questioning our morality
Ripping away the idea of our existence
Like Christ was ripped from the womb
Prayer is a fucking crutch
A safety net for the weak
Close-minded and blinded
By the ideals we keep
The perverse and twisted concepts
Ingrained in our minds
Eating away at us like a cancer
Disgorging words from aeons ago
There is no hope in their words
No answers can be found
Their saviour is a tyrant
A ruler of the peons he enslaves
There is only everlasting
Torment in finding salvation