Sacrilege

[Resurrection…is for those…who didn’t get it right…the first time…]
[Eternal salvation suffers from inflation!!]
Sinner!

Say whut you need to save your soul, but don’t fuck with me- eye’m losing control
Eye’m so tired of this- so sick of you, my tongue is battered & bruised from all these attitudes

[sinner]

So teach me the magick of your sacred pomes, conjuring a voice of signs and omens
Prophecies guide the breeze, w/syllables breed
Behind the eyes we climb the vine, to sacrifice our wounded minds
In soft word trances seek insanity, I can’t save you ‘cause I hate me

[chorus:]
The lord is my weapon- I shall shoot pawns, womyn is a devil-
[your] GOD IS A FRAUD