the fact, That he's fuckin' his mother, And at the Last Supper, he confesses that. He's an undercover, Male-Lover, And oh yeah, Heaven's wack! He don't want the Light, Now I got Christ
to war wit the Intentions to annialate everythin' you stand for Wit the death of myself 'cause I'm a believer The blessings of sacrifice the messenger who Cometh after the Christ
run Cherishing every last breath But I ain't going back It's freedom or death That be my motive 4 murder Now I know you the judge of life and death
the mother, the father, the killer Forever and ever all right I am the shapeless, the deathless, remorseless Forever and ever tonight I'm feelin' hollow again I am the mother
Fingered slowly like the first time you came The agents of oblivion descend upon the sane Caked with mud and mother's blood Playing death games in the
mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired Like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye Till I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death
His words as He arose alive The sinner's debt did He pay with His death After His truth was told it wasn't the same Jesus Christ was this Lamb's name
valley of death Seven mountains higher than the valley of death Seven dimensions deeper than dimensions of breath Seven mountains higher than the valley of death
Death bed Christian of this you avowed If God's alive, you're roastin' now Well John, we got no regrets As long as you died a long and painful death
Christ Drag him through the whores! Come on... Come on... Orgies filled with joyous laughter Alters of the flesh Equinox eternal glory El descends in death
Alleluia! And thou most kind and gentle Death, Waiting to hush our latest breath, O praise Him! Alleluia! Thou leadest home the child of God, And Christ
but stumbled and it threw me to the ground I felt the end was near, that death would be the price When a mighty bolt of lightning showed the face of Jesus Christ
me whats it all about uh Kill them niggas with the clout Eliminate these haters I'ma deal with you later Man this shit got me fucked up I'm having visions of his mother
degrade my wife Grabbed a paper plate to make a sandwich and just ate the knife My mother's screaming 'please heal him, take him straight to Christ'
's scarred, I would only Hope that two of those are coco and butter to heal the wounds Of the tissue scarred to mark the death of my womb But I've graduated
to believe his lies and I'm like Jesus Fucking Christ I didn't care much for life But I've tried to stay alive forever if I knew this is what death
I thought that it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer