Come down from your cloud
Drink you weightless
Tarry not from indulgence
Words in secret
Foul intent whispered on ears so young
So young
What have we become
Drag them away
Drag them below
Preacher with his privates out on full display
Ignoring his own words adorned with golden crucifix
The sweet hypocritic bliss
Starving faces need a taste
Decentralize the wealth
Arm the children first
Comfort mothers arms
Dancing on graves as war horns blast
Take the wicked out to pasture
Six feet down
Damn their souls
Damn their souls
Weep for the wicked damned souls
Pride becomes before the fall
Wake up voiceless
The fun has begun
Shed no tears
Wake up as one
Indulge
Dancing to the beat of war drums
Teacher took a look at Mary Anne
He saw that she was vulnerable
Armed with a license from the state to educate how he sees fit
Avenge the innocent
Gluttons of lust
Of every substance
Of death and blood
You reap what you sow