Lyrics:
Yeah
Condemned and criticized for what is true
Lifting his word above the lies they threw
Suppressed by the church of a stainless past
They are
Well, children by and by, oh, when the morning comes
(They say that all) all the saints of God together at home
We will tell the story how we
One complexion allowed descendants of Malfoys lifted
Goes two ways, sorrow hеavy for cult crusades, selectivе narcolepsy
Defend then assault bluejays
Patrick Bateman
I ride shotgun and the drivers Satan
Fuck the pro-life
This the cult of death
I give you people stress
With these thoughts in my head
We
the deepest cavities of HADES - great delight at their shrines...
Of loathsomeness! - lands of farmers ravaged by evil spells
Scorched black by flame
imagenin' nigga
Pull me up with my saints on shoulders, gon' bring me bandz nigga
Came from a far home—Toronto, niggas there're mans nigga
[Verse 1]
Say
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
kneel by her and pray
And I'll turn off the light
Step out in the night
And I'll go on my way
She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I
Somewhere in the world a boy or girl is being buried by their mother
Somewhere in the world there is violence, brother against brother
Do your
on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey
to hide
You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you
to hide
You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you
the kind of people that would join a cult
I want to make a billion dollars this year
By selling this generation our collective trauma
But bubbled through
In the jaws of hell
Are you put off by the stench
Putrid smell
Of corpses burning in the pits
I smell like death
Bathe in blood of the pigs
Pin
Can't find my damn mind
I'm anti y'all
And I want all y'all dead
All y'all heads stand by my hands
Tied they on my walls
I'm a I'm a I'm a
I'm a I'm
You've got a cult of personality...
Can you be burned by your own flame? This remains to be seen. Your heart is the purple sage, I hope it will redeem.
This is a song about a priest called Bishop Nicholas
He was the very first Father Christmas
Made him a saint because of his kindness
To children
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
a stumbling saint
Still I'm never alone, He's alive in my bones
The ghost of God sanctifies
Day by day by day, day by day by day
Day by day by day
What I once
fuckin' shmunked (yeah)
I just pulled up out to Paris, then hit Saint Laurent (West)
We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (lil'
The Cult of Dionysus
Yesterday I heard you say
Your lust for life has gone away
It got me thinking, I think I feel a similar way
And that's sad
Let's snap our fingers clap our hands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Let's give 'em what the song demands
Down
Let's snap our fingers clap our hands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Let's give 'em what the song demands
at your feet
You were the bloody martyrs
I was he the cult leader
I led you into the abyss
Forgive me for I have sinned
You were the bloody martyrs
I was
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