| 歌曲 | Christianity Delete |
| 歌手 | The Project Hate MCMXCIX |
| 专辑 | Killing Hellsinki |
| I mourn | |
| (The angels, thee helpless ones) | |
| I’m sworn | |
| (To the black, the unholy one) | |
| You’re torn | |
| (A victim of my sick mind) | |
| I’m beyond a man? I’m a god? | |
| Your face | |
| (Seen it a million times before) | |
| Your race | |
| (Ain’t nothing but a bunch of whores) | |
| In grace | |
| (Your paradise is torn) | |
| All I know, blood will flow | |
| As I mourn the angels in heaven | |
| And the helpless ones I’m dying for | |
| All souls are united forever | |
| It doesn’t matter no more | |
| Watch me as christianity’s deleted | |
| I’m flesh and blood, I’m more than your god | |
| Watch me as christianity’s deleted | |
| I’m flesh and blood, I’m more than your god | |
| Your mind | |
| (Is fucked up with a bunch of lies) | |
| Your eyes | |
| (Hallucinating, a paradise?) | |
| Your lies | |
| (Can’t hold me back from telling mine) | |
| Do you hate me? | |
| Well, so do I! | |
| Your flesh | |
| (So easy to scrape from it’s bones) | |
| Your kind | |
| (Can’t stand the sight of your soul) | |
| Erased | |
| (The End? Or will you rise again?) | |
| So be it, I’ll hunt you down again! | |
| As beauty withers and finally dies | |
| I hear the mourning, the angels cry | |
| I procreate the spoken lies | |
| As beauty withers and dies | |
| I fear for the heavens to crave back my soul | |
| (And) destroy the picture, the perfect whole | |
| I re-create the untold lies | |
| And burn my soul to ashes…to ashes… | |
| As beauty withers and finally dies | |
| I hear the mourning, the angels cry | |
| I procreate the spoken lies | |
| As beauty withers and dies | |
| Pale faces burn my eyes as I behold | |
| The fall of the whores as the truth unfolds | |
| A burning sensation of joy inside my head | |
| As their souls try to escape death | |
| I laugh as their god never shows | |
| I laugh as their god never shows | |
| I laugh as their god never shows | |
| All I know, blood will flow | |
| Mine is yours, yours is not mine, you bid farewell | |
| Exploit your beauty, explore my hell | |
| It’s getting cold again, the insanity remains the same | |
| Eternal, infernal, in a bitter symphony I hear your name | |
| Mine is yours, yours is not mine, you bid farewell | |
| Exploit your beauty, explore my hell | |
| It’s getting cold again, the insanity remains the same | |
| Eternal, infernal, in a bitter symphony I hear your name | |
| I stand so speechless now, my devotion fades away | |
| You whisper sadly to me: | |
| “So god is dead… So am I… So am I… So am I…“ |
| I mourn | |
| The angels, thee helpless ones | |
| I' m sworn | |
| To the black, the unholy one | |
| You' re torn | |
| A victim of my sick mind | |
| I' m beyond a man? I' m a god? | |
| Your face | |
| Seen it a million times before | |
| Your race | |
| Ain' t nothing but a bunch of whores | |
| In grace | |
| Your paradise is torn | |
| All I know, blood will flow | |
| As I mourn the angels in heaven | |
| And the helpless ones I' m dying for | |
| All souls are united forever | |
| It doesn' t matter no more | |
| Watch me as christianity' s deleted | |
| I' m flesh and blood, I' m more than your god | |
| Watch me as christianity' s deleted | |
| I' m flesh and blood, I' m more than your god | |
| Your mind | |
| Is fucked up with a bunch of lies | |
| Your eyes | |
| Hallucinating, a paradise? | |
| Your lies | |
| Can' t hold me back from telling mine | |
| Do you hate me? | |
| Well, so do I! | |
| Your flesh | |
| So easy to scrape from it' s bones | |
| Your kind | |
| Can' t stand the sight of your soul | |
| Erased | |
| The End? Or will you rise again? | |
| So be it, I' ll hunt you down again! | |
| As beauty withers and finally dies | |
| I hear the mourning, the angels cry | |
| I procreate the spoken lies | |
| As beauty withers and dies | |
| I fear for the heavens to crave back my soul | |
| And destroy the picture, the perfect whole | |
| I recreate the untold lies | |
| And burn my soul to ashes to ashes | |
| As beauty withers and finally dies | |
| I hear the mourning, the angels cry | |
| I procreate the spoken lies | |
| As beauty withers and dies | |
| Pale faces burn my eyes as I behold | |
| The fall of the whores as the truth unfolds | |
| A burning sensation of joy inside my head | |
| As their souls try to escape death | |
| I laugh as their god never shows | |
| I laugh as their god never shows | |
| I laugh as their god never shows | |
| All I know, blood will flow | |
| Mine is yours, yours is not mine, you bid farewell | |
| Exploit your beauty, explore my hell | |
| It' s getting cold again, the insanity remains the same | |
| Eternal, infernal, in a bitter symphony I hear your name | |
| Mine is yours, yours is not mine, you bid farewell | |
| Exploit your beauty, explore my hell | |
| It' s getting cold again, the insanity remains the same | |
| Eternal, infernal, in a bitter symphony I hear your name | |
| I stand so speechless now, my devotion fades away | |
| You whisper sadly to me: | |
| " So god is dead So am I So am I So am I" |