Heathen Lyrics

There's the story that's been told

Through tongues of fire and brimstone

Foundation built in guilt

Of things you've not done

But the sacrifice of the right tithe

Guarantee ya a seat in paradise

Rape your mind of knowledge

And love

But I

Won't be

Your dog

In constant heat

Get rich real quick hear this!

Crafted her from his rib

To bear the fruits

For their garden

Gotta start em young minds' just a sponge

Hold 'em down, fill 'em up, flood their lungs

Feeble minds and weakened knees

Make great empires

But I

Won't be

Your dog

In constant heat

Heathen?

I guess I am

This flame will burn your steeple

These hands will carry you to the people

And that pain will rip you limb to limb

Rib to rib

It'll make YOU whole again

My body is the stone

And my blood is the river