Storm every temple and claim god as yourself Kill it
And let us feast on this divinity as if our very lives depend on it

Live Sweet libertine Live Embrace every horizon
Time honored tradition crumbles in the hands of a timeless romantic

These statues This concrete edifice of patriarchs and prophets
Foretold destruction at a glance We will see it fade

I'll watch my oppression die with you
Possessed by existence denied A memory

I've tasted your salvation and it tastes like shit
The name on my lips is my own
And the taste on my tongue is freedom

Push me into the ground once more
And watch this blossom eclipse your throne