Plastic Christ -CLEGGANE (thrash metal , old school influence)

Описание: Your falsehood makes my stomach turn
Sweet poisoned words, a lesson learned
Hypocrite tongue, Pharisee face
Selling salvation, spitting disgrace

You preach illusions, ancient lies
Abort the truth, let reason die
Dogma crowned where faith once stood
A market built on stolen good


Institution dressed as soul
A temple made to take control
You fear the truth, you bar the way
You profit when we kneel and pray

Chains of terror, sin and blame
Punishment forged in holy flame
You want obedience, not to see
A mind awake, a soul set free


Get out of my house — take your fear
Sin and division don’t belong here
Don’t tell me what to believe
I’m a free man — I don’t receive

No intermediaries, no decree
Truth is lived, not sold to me
Your holy wars feed only you
I see through lies — I see through you

Holy wars, your golden mine
Blood for power, death divine
You bless the blade, you sell the cause
While counting coins and breaking laws

Repetitive rites, empty sound
Discernment buried underground
You kill the mind, you dull the eye
So no one asks the reason why


You’re just a seller of plastic Christs
Cheap redemption, clenched in fists
Behind the cross — pure greed
A parasite that thrives on need

Don’t stand again before my door
Your filthy mouth — I want no more
Your words are rot, your truth is dead
I choose the path my feet will tread