Converge Antithesis Lyrics

Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind.
Govern me, kill thy master.
You will not enslave me.
The root is bitter but
the fruit is sweet
but not exempt from criticism.
Small pox friendship, you die I take.
You are the new slave.
Don't call me God because
I don't have a disease.
What is cold to you
is love to me.
Savior seething rolling you in.
Cherub in red said there's nothing to see here. Hallowed be who art in heaven.
I refuse to call that f___er by name.