Hand Of God

I am the sculptor of ancient times
I carve your body in heavenly curves

You run like little piggie from a gun
You sob, but you are a piece of art

I live for the thrill of the chase
I love to see those heavenly curves

You bleed like a stuffed turkey
You think you hate me, but not quite so

I know that you love me underneath
I am your secret lover from mountains

You feared the touch of death
You welcome it now, where's the irony?

I live in the shadows of the church
I am the priest, the artist, the monk

You don't know my past
You don't respect me at all

I will get what is rightfully mine
I am the executioner of truth

You are my piece of clay
You will turn into piece of art

I create virgin Mary
I cleanse your soul free

You denied thy maker
You are a foul beast of lust

I know I have a place in heaven
I will rest there in peace

You must be there too
You were saved by me

I know you were a sinner
I am the hand of god

You deserved it all
You got killed for greater good

I hear those sirens out there
I wait for them, I must

You lie there like a sculpture
You are just a piece of meat

I fry on the chair
I am going to happy place