'Higher Coward' by ImmolationCowards, with your empty heartsAnd narrow minds...So bitterour confusion is overwhelmingSo aimless and misguidedYour search for a higher powerSomething better than yourselvesIn a perfect world, your perfect godIs a coward just like youWatch them gather, they flock togetherFor in numbers they feel strengthWill you find your way to paradise,Through the darkness within your lightTo the children, they feed his bodyPeel his flesh from off the crossIn his blood they'll wash awayAll the dirt from their soulsObedient young, they'll join the flockWith minds like clay and hearts so pureFill them with his words and fearsAnd feed them to the waiting beastHis open arms and splendid brillianceDevours those who can not seeThe dimming light from high aboveVanquished by their higher cowardHow can you glorify and praiseOne so weak, imperfect and insaneThe magnitude of his madness is so clearIn the eyes of the herd that he keepsLook what you have becomeJust another like all the rest