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the vein of the establishment I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag
Marked by genius, channelled good By some a bit misunderstood They'd been wrong many times before Sometimes our saints are sinners They blur
Huh Gimme a taste Don’t hesitate Pick up the pace You Hot like a bake Gimme taste Run up a safe Hop out the wraith Don’t act like a saint Don’t act
undefiled Holy, pure and good-minded O saint sharbel for us pray Day by day with host and wine You meet god in holy mass Asking, pleading the divine
hoo Ok, I don't know but I've been told when the saints come marching in we roll So deep that they can't believe we sold out seats and them cd's
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
Danger Keep a banger Like a ranger Gunslinger I live my life by a code Keep some heat like it was cold They think Im part of a cult We aint the same
path takes us by the blackest way Of death cult until the black aeon Pompeya fires Like the Vesuvivs The fury of Vulcano Shake the demiurge
Lights out Shut the glare and leave me alone Black out Kill the air and give me the silence Back out I don't give a damn bout your cult Breakout I
I'm a walk-in billboard, people study me Cult classic, bitches be McLovin me Can't wait till they all catch up to me Like "oh brother look! There's
Waste the principles Of Evil and Good Worship the dawn Before it's gone Saints of the Wicked cults arise Formed into this vain Abomination give in
lies within Am I a victim to myself? When everything burns My tortured life This presence ruled by anger My rationale a stranger I grip my own
the saint goes marchin' in there Do not might tell me I'm wrong For by the help and the grace of God I'm a-gonna keep a-taggin' along. Well, I may not be
the power The cult of tradition One has only to look at the syllabus Of every fascist movement to find the major traditionalist thinkers The Nazi gnosis was
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'm smokin' on Saints Row 2 (I'm smokin' on SR2) I pull up on your block wit' my boo (Pull up on your block) Lil nigga whatchu finna do? (Whatchu
that's cheap That's so cheap we're gonna do it again That's enough okay Well, by that time The extract of the Northern dog Had induced in the fur trapper
THE THUNDER HELLFIRE CULT/MUTILATION/FUCKED BY SWORD OF VENGEANCE DISTILLERS OF HATRED/BESTIAL SODOMY IN A BED OF RAZOR SARDONIC ODE/MISANTHROPIC SLUT BAPTIZED
tomorrow lak ah feel today I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings 'Twant for
today, Feel tomorrow like I feel today, I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away. Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
wanted got me losing what I'm worth I'm a sinner not a saint so this pain what I deserve King and suffering like my idol I put that on the bible Some days
I'm gonna make it to heaven You gon' be stuck at the gate You put yourself in a box That shit I cannot relate to Devoting yourself to the cult Hoping
meaning now spun away Webbed in lies that became cult enshrined Sound off boy sound off Godsent to the brotherhood left unspoken Once leaving teeth smashed
It's a cold one Spit bars 'til my throat snap Charred is the goat from the start It's a cult rap Zan out in the garden, a party in the forest But I
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