the worlds a melancholy song
we are playing to the beat
the worlds a melancholy song
we are dancing with our feet

just filth pretending we earned our meal
garbage acting like we deserve our fill

spineless cowards, despicable creatures lower than dirt
worst scum, thats why we all hurt

blaspheme, blaspheme
all on fire
calling his name
calling him a liar
blaspheme, blaspheme
flames are reaching higher

screaming while they chant
blaspheme, blaspheme
yelling while they rant

puppets to the hurd like cattles to
the sheep
scared because what we soe is what
we reap

lifes a melancholy song
we are playing to the beat
lifes a melancholy song
we are dancing with our feet

run, run the flames are just below
run, run no time to be slow

why do we say his name
when we are the ones to blame

we lie to ourselves and then lie to each other
thats why none of us can come to trust another

blaspheme a melancholy song
we are dancing with our feet
blaspheme a melancholy song
we are playing to the beat