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And on their temples burned and raised
Came the sound of evil
In the dirt and through the haze
Came the steeple
And in the breeze
throughout the land
Is

We all end up with the people that we hang with the most
Imma end up on a steeple as I'm raising a toast
To the graduate, hoping this shit is

Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!
Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis!

E'en so here below, below
Let steeple bells be swung
And "Io, io, io!"
By priest and people

a steeple and
You get kings crown that's movie type of regal
Got mine for spitting sixteens for the people
My people
Cuz I can be
loved or killed by shouting

Immoral lawmakers hide behind the steeple 
No law written can grant me freedom 
Death to those that choose to lead them 

Stand up! Refuse to back down!

I saw you crying by the steeple crying for all the lonely people  the brokenhearted  and the dying the lost and empty and crying but you don't  have

of us imperfect people under a steeple
Just trying to do God's work
cnd then there was church hurt

Lately I've been asking
Did I really put my faith
In

of the dying
It's time to bring an end

Lay down the cross burn down the steeples
Reject the lies told for the feeble
Crucify your thoughts as you'll no longer

on your knees your blind
You're blind

From the ashes of liars
grow the roses of hope
Burn the steeples and spires
hang each tear from a rope

Sin before

No one can know
I'll blame the snow
That covers the steeple like a blind
Your face in the wind
Is worth every sin
Losing my, losing my mind

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of the dying
It's time to bring an end

Lay down the cross burn down the steeples
Reject the lies told for the feeble
Crucify your thoughts as you'll no longer

blood for their contract
Buried underneath the church is my people
Raise the underground and topple all steeples
Burn em in the outer dark it's all evil

think we're all evil in our hearts all under the same steeple the sun

Some don't believe we go round and round the sun
They think we go round and round

taught’ expectations
So this ones for my people everybody take a look around it’s evil but I ain’t even trippin about it this is my steeple
Yeah so give it

And the people, always getting in my way
While the people at the steeple almost pray

traditions and greenbacks
Goodbye
All your churches are factories
We know your god-damned steeples are smokestacks

I'm leaving a world
That tore the eyes
From

lag and sink it's my sorrow soul
Yo I stained the steeple when I sinned and sang
And it pained my equal when he made the grain
Rang my people coughin'

Blamed for the rot
And starving people
Blamed for those diverting their eyes from the steeple
Blamed for the men who proved are infertile
Blamed for

you're trying to get down, better call your people
Flow like you're walking down a Harlem needle
Sharp as steeples, this is an assault on evil

The winds are raging like the Chipewyans screaming
And the highway cleanses black blood

Empty silos, broken down steeples
A dusty town hardly worth

with you now
The darkened horizon grows further afield
And buildings obscure in the mist
Church bells ring with the steeple concealed
I want to stay

upon a church steeple.)

Flea boy, I'm a flea boy
Evil, I see the evil
Behold my steeple chase
Through the water
To escape my father's hold
And find a home
If home is where