The Blessed Peace of Your Eternal Slumber

You're all serving a purpose
It's not fueled by greed
We play at the highest of calibers
Just blame your pedigree

We're holding you in reverence
Though it comes across mean
But now the veil has been lifted
And you've almost blown the whole thing

Why does this happen every time
You cut it so god damn close

Everything we ask for
Everything we need
Holy as an offering
Saving millions, please

Though this may seem cruel
Everything we put through
Not nearly as terrifying as the truth

Just give us some time
And dear god don't ever ask why
No one's getting out alive

I need the blood from every one of you
It's what's keeping them all at bay

Your blood's all that I ask
Your blood's all I demand

I got one here for the both of you
I'll be your Huckleberry, pray to me



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Warren
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