17 Kings from Restoration by Bloodlines

I've had enough of your offerings
They mean nothing to me
Who told you it's alright to curse my name
Don't set foot in my house again, your lighted candles disgust me
I cannot tolerate these pretentious assemblies with injustice
I hate your celebrations to the depth of my being
They are a burden that I get tired of bearing
When you call to me, I will look away
You scream false prayers until you're blue in the face
But I will not listen
Your hands are stained with the blood of the innocent
But our God is a God who saves, though your sins are black as coal, they can be turned white as snow

• Christian
• Metal
• Metalcore
• deathcore
• hardcore
• Brownsville