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Easy Money, False Prophet
Buddy Christ in stereo
Static on my wavelength
Public relations agent of God
Definately not your greatest strength
Better suited you are
For breaking rocks with a pick axe
As are all self annointed messiahs and hacks
Saviour of souls
You purport yourself to be
Will work for Jesus
Whoring your services for free
With righteousness like Brimstone
Burning white hot fervent
The grand epitome of an indentured servant
You fight tooth and nail
To save only your own skin
From the Hellfires
Meant to cleanse all your sin
Destined to be a crispy critter
Seasoned, roasting on a spit
Give up the Holy Ghost
And just get on with it
To Hell with you
FALSE PROPHET
Give it up, just stop it
To Hell with you
FALSE PROPHET
Give it up, just stop it
We see your deception
As you try to turn a profit
Pawning your sins
In redemptive expectation
As if you ever could command
The power to save us from damnation
Whatever gave you such a ridiculus inclination
Nothing if not subtle
Are your blatant hypocrisies
Turning stomachs and people away
From God towards heresies
You're His own worst enemy
Next to the Lord of Lies, Satan
The irony is, you'll be in good company then
To Hell with you
FALSE PROPHET
Give it up, just stop it
To Hell with you
FALSE PROPHET
Give it up, just stop it
Quit pretending!
The lower you go
The swifter the descending
The fabrications, guilt tactics, the fiction
Exposed with every broadcasted contradiction
Fallen angels like pennies from Heaven
Hit the ground the hardest
After being consumed by the friction
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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