Holy Shit

Fuckin’ listen up, kids

If you don’t wanna go to hell

It’s time for Reverend Bill’s revival

 

Drink the holy wine y’all

And never mind the smell

Communion of the homicidal

 

Army

follow me

oh, believer

kill for me

cast off

sympathy

Only think of

Me

 

Profit

Profit

Follow me to profit

Money is the only prophet people wanna see

 

Cult of hate

It’s Lunacy

Anticipate

A killing spree

 

Honesty

Heresy

Tell us what it’s gonna be

But watch your mouth or pay the price

Cuz someone’s gonna pay

 

You know

We grow

Every day

Our numbers go

Up another vote is gone

No one to overthrow

 

 

America will be

The land of opportunity

As soon as we can kill

the ones who disagree

 

But First

We’ll need

The sick majority

To vote us in and let us run

A brutal corporatocracy

 

Cult of hate

It’s Lunacy

Anticipate

A killing spree

 

The ruse

Well known

The generations before have set in stone

 

Designed

To breed

A new deluded generation of the family tree

 

We reap

What’s sewn from the

Inherited diseases of the mind and soul

 

The world

Is sick

Our only cure is defecation of the holy shit

 

Come to order. Mr. Gram, the 1st amendment does not permit a person to commit Heresy nor does it allow blasphemy or slanderous hate speech against god himself. And so this court has no choice but to impose upon you the harshest possible sentence. You are hereby sentenced to hang until death in accordance with U.S. law.

 

You preach.

And mindfuck the weaklings, but know.

Not all of us bow to your friend

 

Imagination is a hell of a drug mix the politics

And you’re ready to win

 

Kill me

Kill all the rest of us, we won’t die

 

 

Pushing us to violence is the next step

There’s nothing left but a war

Genocide for Jesus, for justice he’s

Not your god anymore

 

 

Bullshit gods

Bullshit claims

Gave us

Bullshit brains

We’ve destroyed our

Only home

Holy Shit

 

Fuck your god

Fuck your scheme

Fuck you

and fuck your dream

We don’t need you

Holy

Shit

 

 

Fuck your god

Fuck your scheme

Fuck you

and fuck your dream

We don’t need you

Holy

Shit

 

 

 

Army

follow me

oh, believer

kill for me

cast off

sympathy

Only think of

Me

 

Profit

Profit

Follow me to profit

Money is the only God the people wanna see

 

Honesty

Heresy

Tell us what it’s gonna be

But watch your mouth or pay the price

Cuz someone’s gonna pay

Someone’s gonna pay

 

Atheism is a disease, counselor, but your client refuses treatment. Mr. Gram, I’d pray for your soul, but we all know that would be a waste of breath.

 

 

I see..

The world as it is.

and I’m not sorry for anything said

 

You preach.

And mindfuck the weaklings, but know.

Not all of us bow to your friend

 

Imagination is a hell of a drug mix the politics

And you’re ready to win

 

Kill me

Kill all the rest of us, we won’t die

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