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Perfect cult

Drag their scalps on the asphalt mile
And let them fight, taxidermied child
Kill the lights - and ignite the fright

Strip the saints
You're the one
We jump for joy whenever
Oh so jolly
Ol' Saint Nicholas passes by
Spreadin' spirit with a twinklin' eye

Ol' Saint Nicholas
Christ, Christ alone!
Christ to call me His own!

We won't play by your rules!
Here is one you won't fool!
I think it's dumb
I won't succumb to the cult
Man and his faithful ethics 
Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth 
Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim 
The perfect perversion, bestiality
Go find, go find your saint

Pill by pill a miracle occurred
The whole world got better
How I prayed until I said the words
I knew would upset her
of the forty thieves
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face
the way I ought to
As the days go rolling by
See me strolling through the meadow
With you baby by my side
Won't you come and see me, All Saints Day?
of the forty thieves
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste
Selected by a secret cult
Judged and approved, opinion given
Reasonable ricks, superior pain
Praise this cult and reverse the cross

Crown of charm,
Are you ready? 
Are you ready now? 

In the world of machines 
- virtual machines - 
Dominated by software 
Everything is cold 
Cold as ice.
pain
Light the black candles
Darkened ceremony begins

The cult of blood
The opening of hell has been done
The cult of blood
The hour of magic has
a sacrificial mound

Were you our god or a man in a play
Who took our applause and forced us to stay
Now all together we lived as we died
On your command by
of the forty thieves
And I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face
Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints

In that cathedral by the hill
We stood and smiled in happier days
The fields along
I am becalmed in virtue
Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams
Warm weather and a holocaust
The tears of God flow as I bleed

Left to die by two
of children in the name of christ
But where is your god now?
Outrage of children by the hands of trust
The hands of betrayal

Bastard saints filled with
Monster time again

You see people on the streets
The talk of the town
Wherever you go to
They come to your home 
They operate you by
element of chance with my tight rope dance
Life, sight beyond, fire ant with a hunger pain gut be gone
Belong to something civil, saint, 'cause this
culture
(And the words of truth go by)
War child
Baby we lived hard
Finally know
How strong we are
Oh, yeah
Dying leaders
You can stay at home
Our new
Summoned forth this night 
By the hybrid cult 

Follow the bloodline throughout the past 
Seek and you will find a hidden ancestry 
At night the circle
Half-witted clones
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload 

Dripping stagnant life
Into crooked mouths
Sacrificial communion of
Bullet rounds
Incited by
By invitation I've been accepted to build and start again
I've learned these monsters are really saints cleansing all the earth
The undead have their
and cold
And holding a lyre
By the side of the road
Holding all man's desire

Call on the saint
When the white candle burns
Keeping her safe
Until
It seems you're always looking for a new RELIGION
DROWN YOUSELF IN ABSOLUTION
To excuse YOUR SINS
NOWADAYS it's easy to be swayed
By IMAGES
crack
Legions of truth will invide into new world
Cults strangled by the cross will arise
Circles of fire will ignite
In the forgotten divine groves