God

Blind Faith

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Blind Faith”

 

 

 

If I’m going to Hell

Therese a secret I’m going to tell

It’s not a pretty white lie

It will make your faith run dry

 

I wanna die like Jesus Christ

nailed to that which is the ultimate heist

crowned by that which is the T.V age

sung upon your bloody stage

 

We can start with a clean slate

Once I pass around this collection plate

Now throw me your money as gold

through which your soul was sold

 

I wanna die like Jesus Christ

nailed to that which is the ultimate heist

crowned by the computer age

sung on your corrupted stage

 

I could be your God, if he wasn’t so flawed

I could be your prophet, I see “The Stock Market”

I could be your brother, crawl into bed with me lover

I can be your priest, A little boy’s feast.

 

I can be your saint, your angel, and your minister

or how about something a little more sinister

I can be the Antichrist

it’s a big job but a small price.

How about the devil

all I’d have to do is sink to your level

Its all so real,

The X you sign

to complete the deal

I want to believe

but I can’t go back

It’s a war I already lost

nailed to your fucking cross

 

I wanna die like Jesus Christ

Dead in Life, and still your fucking Sacrifice

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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Why, God Why

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Why, God Why”

 

I'm a marked man;

"Why god why"

I'm stuck, I'm so fucked

I'm a shame, I'm in so much pain

I'm in to deep, through my hands you will seep

Hate me! Rape me!, take me down

turn my smile into a frown

"Tell me why god, Tell me why"

As this world kills me now

yet I don't know how

"Why god why"

This world hates me so

through my veins this pain will flow

Everywhere I am shunned

what have I done

"Why god why"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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church of pleasure

take me to your church of pleasure,
where i can kneel and peel away my sins,
and walk again free,
to some sinful road of mine!

accomplice of my decadence,
i pray to your glory...
fill with your grace,
spit out from my darkness!

i hold the chain of christ,
talking to emptyness,
my heart fill with holiness,
caged in your sacred house...

i bend afront of your naked body
like a dog i am...
common mortal,
child of your...

the light passing through,
never seem to reach my soul!
instead with humility,
i hide behind the shadow of your cross!

my eyes fix upon your bleeding heart,
i feel the blood pouring through my wrist!
lying in a pool of my own,
i swim in my passing life...

time is running away,
obscurity taking hold of my sight,
the crucifix slowly disintegrating,
i confess before i expire!

your stare never moves,
your angels never fly!
can`t you see i am dying,
into your church of pleasure...

copyrightH.naudet

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the house of the Lord

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