Lüge

You’ve dedicated yourselves to the lie
You cuddle up to it
Eating from its plate
Like vomit somehow

You kiss its ass
Kneel before it
Worship it
Sing its songs
Sing its songs

Hold it in your arms
Until it betrays you
When you see through its masquerade
Is it too late?

It’s the queen of filth
Of slime and shit
Her love is poison
And you’re her hostage
And you’re her hostage

When faith dies
You’re a man without a master
The truth is wordless
Her path is heavy with tears

She wants a sacrifice
You lie on her altar
Your sleepless nights
Are her reward

She triumphs
As she pleases
Her stinking breath
Is the last thing you smell