It makes you mad... With your head in a bag, dear god you look so fucking sad Embrace the reborn Your belligerent die among your rabid core Ignorant, they will play They will indoctrinate the fetus in your name They’re scared to death of your game A modern divide with your leap of faith
I need to, need to I need to own you To know I want you I need to offer You another Jealous lover
I'm glad they'll be saved While I sink where I stand Their faith shall be restored In a valley of fire in his Daddy’s war Your cries that won't make Me hold salvation for the fetus in your name
I need to, need to I need to own you To know I want you I need to offer You another Jealous lover
I hope the heads of all your children are used for the pleasures of pagan gods
I need to, need to I need to own you To know I want you I need to offer You another Jealous lover
It makes you look bad With your head in a bag, oh dear god you look so fucking sad
I hope the heads of all your children are used for the pleasures of pagan gods