False Idols

Pharisees

Swallowed up by the abzu,

or falling from Anu,

 

Death from above

and from below

 

return to the source

to the lord of storms

 

gods of death,

pulled into hell

 

Dwelling in the eye

of the hurricane

 

do you really think

your safe?

 

 

 

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Blind Faith

Folder: 
Volume One

 
 
 

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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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