Where The Slime Live - Morbid Angel

Where the slime live

(They are the lowest forms of life)

Where the slime breed

(They make a new one too corrupted)

When the wind blows

(The winds of truth are blowing now)

And the cradle falls down

Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lines

Their poison lingers

What a tragedy when their fingers are removed

Where the slime live

Their burning dogma

Introducing to our mind - lies

They plot for the total control of the morals

And what a tragedy when the "god-heads" are removed

They crawl they breed they hide but we see

They burn

I see the smoke of the funerals rising

God lives in thier hearts now laid to rest

What a sight

As their kingdom comes tumbling down

We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone

Long gone are the filthy liars

Long gone are their filthy lies

I know they'll come again some day

Where the slime live and how the slime gets washed away