Aeon – I Hate Your Existence

You invoke your god

You kneel before the crucifix

Praying loud

A thousand prays that don’t exist

It makes me sick

When you caress that cross

Wearing it around your neck

My fingers itch

Want to break your fucking neck

I would love to kill you

Taste the fist of hell

Awaits you does Misery

Dead fucking the dead in the house of god

Born a Christian you were already dead from the start

Like a parasite you feed from others

Suffering I will deliver to you

Stand in my way and I will give you some pain

Like you never have felt it before

I hate your existence

I hate your existence

I hate your existence

I hate your existence