1. 1

    Christ Analogue - Natural Born Killaz

  2. 2

    Christ Analogue - A Slight Rage

  3. 3

    Christ Analogue - Ana

  4. 4

    Christ Analogue - Antibody

  5. 5

    Christ Analogue - Antipathy

  6. 6

    Christ Analogue - Bitchwarmer

  7. 7

    Christ Analogue - Cold Magnetic Sun (Black Hole)

  8. 8

    Christ Analogue - Cradle And Debase

  9. 9

    Christ Analogue - Everyone Is Looking

  10. 10

    Christ Analogue - Fair Game

  11. 11

    Christ Analogue - Fathom

  12. 12

    Christ Analogue - Fracture

  13. 13

    Christ Analogue - Grain

  14. 14

    Christ Analogue - Hemisphere

  15. 15

    Christ Analogue - I Believe In Slavery

  16. 16

    Christ Analogue - Impure (Technically)

  17. 17

    Christ Analogue - No Daughter Icon

  18. 18

    Christ Analogue - Optima

  19. 19

    Christ Analogue - Product Of The Rape

  20. 20

    Christ Analogue - Rigor

  21. 21

    Christ Analogue - So Brand New

  22. 22

    Christ Analogue - Sore

  23. 23

    Christ Analogue - Sour Nation

  24. 24

    Christ Analogue - Surface Like Nerve

  25. 25

    Christ Analogue - Surface Like Nerve (Violation)

  26. 26

    Christ Analogue - The Religious Experience Of Mankind

  27. 27

    Christ Analogue - The Talker

  28. 28

    Christ Analogue - The Wrong Man

  29. 29

    Christ Analogue - This Shall Not Breath (Oxygen)

  30. 30

    Christ Analogue - This Shall Not Breathe

  31. 31

    Christ Analogue - Unclean

The Religious Experience Of Mankind

Christ Analogue

Denominate
Deteriorate

In the days of my enforced religion
Comes affliction of the self
The Puritan and cold divisions
Leads an introspective hell

I am tied upon a floor, a vindictive state of praise
And the chains of the belief have cut my wrists for many days
And leave scabs, for my future to relieve
As I pick away, they bleed

I can not repent
I can not restore
I am so unclean
To the eyes of God

In the days of my endured religion
Comes the order of the gash
The chaos of the soul departure
Scented burning of the flesh

I am tied upon a floor, a vindictive state of praise
And the chains of the belief cut my wrists for many days
And leave scabs, for my future to relieve
As I pick away, they bleed

Reason leaves me
I must spread my disease
Like a whore to the slave of economy
To religion and self decline
I divide all the suffering and hate and I will conquer mine
Alleviate my soul from this awful belief
And its infrastructural deceit
And its claim upon the body
This is the blood
This is the fucking lie - receive

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