The devil in their pockets, They hence forth to doors where they're un-welcomed to trade their life for a Book filled with lies and murderous intention, twisted realities where the truth is false a simple question provokes the death penalty, Overwhelmed by rejection bewildered by disbelief, With heavy sound of feet they approach with learned stealth caring for nothing but the heroin high
I'm testifying. Their prayed sins strive forgiveness the others in temples of arrogance.
We have the truth they proclaim as their foes tell differing storeys. Read their books filled with insanity and conflict unnumbered then look into their junkie eyes.
Nothing I say will appease the Beast lurking behind the message of truth dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death disguised in light, a sighed relief, passes my lips the beasts of the forest have been kept at bay.
Appease the beast!
Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death disguised in light, a sighed relief passes my lips the beasts of the forest Has been kept at bay for at least one more day nothing I will say will appease the beast lurking behind the message of peace dripping evil from the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death.