Lyrics: Blaythe Steuer/Duncan Newey/Aesop Mongo
Music: Blaythe Steuer/Duncan Newey/Aesop Mongo
Let thy will be done
It speaks to you with a severed tongue
Your prophet, It whimpers
Peel back the skin of divinity (Set me free)
Hang me from the Bible belt
Hang me from the Bible belt
Asphyxiate on the belt worn thin
It all feels like heaven when you're burning again
Bliss in a bullet wound, it will all be over soon
We are sick in the swamp of sin
Hang me from the Bible belt
Hang me from the Bible belt
In a peaceful moment only seconds from the end
It all feels like heaven when you're burning again
Suffocate me, mutilate me
I clench my teeth and embrace the pain
Can't get out
So I choose the chain
Until the rope breaks
Yeah
Until the rope breaks
Embrace the pain, locked out of heaven
Until the rope breaks
You found me hanging from the Bible belt
Tongue swells, eyes bulge
There is no struggle, not a single feeble prayer
Just hold your breath and kick the ****ing chair
Save me
Save me
Suspend me
Release me
Let thy will be done
Feast on intolerance, suffer in the dark
Let thy will be done
Festering doctrine; cursed blackened Monarch
You feel it scream in the dead of night
With no other souls in your sight
Whispers just out of view
Fill yourself again to feel anew
Hang me from the Bible belt