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permeated
With the healing melody of an invisible choir
And I knew I had entered the domain of the living God

My eyes beheld a vast concourse of souls
I hear they're trying to make us all the same
It's mind control by any other name
Who's gonna pay the price
For this foolish paradise
Oh Momma
a businessman in the Holy Land as a sidewalk souvenir shop 
I bought a little Bible since I'd hardly stopped 
And it was in Paris France somehow by chance that
Circus 
A mass of people movin' here and there I wandered where 
On every face at every place was hurry up I'm late 
But a kind old man at a chestnut
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
with the rest went the Old Orange Flute.

Each Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till one
a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth, tangling it's
Hypocritical mass around the throat of human instinct like a self-perpetuating noose

The one dangling
with the rest went the Old Orange Flute.

Each Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till one
enslaved by the flesh
To trespass against God's holy law
And tonight I come for you

Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their recking
murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!

Old Harry went to heaven 
He reached the Gates with ease,
Said, "May I speak with Comrade God; 
I am Harry
own desire
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass, 
But the instrument shivered
sisterhoods prayers
Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts
her choirs inspired the search
For the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts
desire
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
But the instrument shivered and sighed,
on the rise
Baptized by fire

A warning I see in these eyes
You cannot put a price on life
Holy purge will crack the sky
Terror screaming in the dark
Riding down the open road
I'm on a straight line
Yeah I was on my way to the holy ghost
When the devil road by

From the fire to the ashes
celebration ringing
In the heavens grows strong the keys to the seven gates of Hell
Lie momenterally unguarded.
Raging flames carved by the innocence
as you die you now want to live.

[backing vokills by the choir of the damned featuring Dave Otero of 
Serberus, Dirk Trujillo of Evulsion, Ron
of treachery (sell your)
A coalition... weak (half truth's)
Pulpit of lies on holy ground (with a smile)
Our young come home in bags
Sent to their death by
Ones intent
On reinstatement have won

We breathe by virtue of their rot
Now our souls exult above the stars of God
and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck
they minds, maybe had somebody by me
My body wit lacerations, cuts, abrasions
Wounds I couldn't slide, from when the bullets started blazin
Awaken from
heart is worth about ten cents

I've been adding it up 
To see where it went
The love we shared and the time we spent
Now I gotta get straight
I gotta get
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.

Relent
the confetti hell gate 
On the pee(?) floor bloody towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
Mass murder, should have been in
consignment, get your ends up
Move from the gate now, he on his way straight to Jake now
I'm on the hush with my weight loud
Got the shakes now, how they want