It makes you look bad
With your head in a bag
Dear God, you look so fucking sad
Embrace the reborn
Your belligerent die among your
Rabid core
Ignorant, they can't play
They will indoctrinate
The fetus in your name
They're scared to death of your game
A modern divide with your
Leap of faith
I need to, need to
I need to own you
To know I want you
I need to offer
You another
Jealous lover
I'm glad they'll be saved
While I sink where
I stand
Their faith shall be restored
In a valley of fire in his
Daddy's war
Your cries that won't make
Me hold salvation for
The fetus in your name
I need to, need to
I need to own you
To know I want you
I need to offer
You another
Jealous lover
I hope the heads of all your children
Are used for the pleasures of pagan gods
I need to, need to
I need to own you
To know I want you
I need to offer
You another
Jealous lover
It makes you look bad
With your head in a bag
Oh dear God, you look so fucking sad
I hope the heads of all your children
Are used for the pleasures of pagan gods
Pagan gods, pagan gods, of pagan gods
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