The Peucharist

(альбом: Death Miracles - 2019)

Praise the beast, the feast, where you get off
Goth bitches show what your worth and take all your shit off
Dug the table up, with those fags at the last supper
Where the son sat, is where I fuck her
While we dine upside down, the eucharist
Throw that shit up, then eat up, the Peucharist
When you open up your eyes, you see proof of this
Since evil is what you're hearing, it should be what you do to this
The pontif connects the poor like Nokia
Pissed out the blood, shat out the hostia
Make pigs fly, the drugs stop when hell freezes
I'm high enough, gonna smack the shit outta Jesus
A whore to me, but to you she's a goddess
Don't give a fuck if I blow up like a jihadist
Your lord shoulda wore a bag, but blew juice in her

Now sing along with me, children of Lucifer

Say Satan,uhhhh say when
Say 6, 7, 8, 9 say 10
Ya ate the pigs, but kneel to bacon
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail Satan

Not because I wanted to, because he chose us
Hiked up the same piece of shit hill as Moses
But didn't come back, with rules in stone
Came back down stoned, with tunes to zone
Children of God, you will lose to fiction
I was a kid judging the reason for crucifixion
If you absorb the diction you're a quaint reader
That should be crucified upside down like Saint Peter
Use that priest as a trainer, not a monger
Exercise my demons, make them stronger
From the ground and through the cellar and the attic and
In the sky,the truth, to burn down the Vatican

Say Satan, uhhhh say when
Say 6, 7, 8, 9 say 10
Ya ate the pigs, but kneel to bacon
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail Satan