Suspect something is wrong
Not the full truth I am told
A yearning for the dark side
Irresistibly taking hold

Search for a sadist God
In my own image found
Capable of limitless
Cruelty to all

Against this kind of master
You will always come up short
You only have a lifetime
But you pay for eternity

Give up everything
Or you have given nothing
Dissolution of yourself
The narrow path to walk

All of the beauty of the creation
Could it come from a mind so small
Struggle through life on the whim of a tyrant
Only to be His vessel of wrath

Now it's the time for choice
Leave behind what drains sanity
Or find a way to believe
Away from dark side theology

Something you cannot purge
But learn to tell apart
What is your own image
Is not your creator

The vessel of wrath