Morbid Angel

Secured limitations
you created this thing you call sin
A guide for the undisciplined sheep
through the pain and denial the pleasure reaped
a freedom contained within a shell
and all that's without you call hell
You scorn our existence
Unclean despising our ways
Shall the unclean come and infect you
For our ways, disheveling your hold
and the random perplexing the fled
Behind the walls of concrete, they hide
Secured limitations
From uncertainties the god-mind knows