Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
anesthesia when I cut you up for rituals
No next messiah, I'm your last desire, I'm the cult
Fucked by a witch
Left to the dead by the devil
Interdimensional
X-MO testimony
And unlike how I was taught to testify
Inside the Mormon church
By making I know statements all the time
About, let's be real here
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