Midnight Mass
A demon taken in by a delusional man
Cross in his fist as he lays in the sand
Bowing to his god as it drains him of blood
Crucify the cunt and his fucking flock
You will be a fucking joke
Sins of your father won't seem to float
When you get to heaven
Will the tables turn
For a half wit priest and his fucking herd
Draining the blood and pockets of old
No ones gonna save you in your fucking hole
When you get to heaven
Will the tables turn
For a half wit priest and his fucking herd
Draining the blood and pockets of old
No ones gonna save you in your fucking hole
Burn all the priests and tear down the church
A fucking demi god with a secular purse
No, he's just a man with the heart of a monster
Stealing from your stomach as you drink from the alter
You will drown in to the smoke
Full of self righteousness you will choke
(Like there's a plan, like something good's gonna come out of it?
And the only thing, the only fucking thing that lets people stand by watching all this suffering
Doing nothing, doing fucking nothing...
Is the idea that suffering can be a gift from God)
When you get to heaven
Will the tables turn
For a half wit priest and his fucking herd
Draining the blood and pockets of old
No ones gonna save you in your fucking hole
(There's so much suffering in the world... So much
And then there's this higher power.
This higher power who could erase all of that pain
Just wave his hand and make it all go away but doesn't?
No, no thank you)
Cross in his fist as he lays in the sand
Bowing to his god as it drains him of blood
Crucify the cunt and his fucking flock
You will be a fucking joke
Sins of your father won't seem to float
When you get to heaven
Will the tables turn
For a half wit priest and his fucking herd
Draining the blood and pockets of old
No ones gonna save you in your fucking hole
When you get to heaven
Will the tables turn
For a half wit priest and his fucking herd
Draining the blood and pockets of old
No ones gonna save you in your fucking hole
Burn all the priests and tear down the church
A fucking demi god with a secular purse
No, he's just a man with the heart of a monster
Stealing from your stomach as you drink from the alter
You will drown in to the smoke
Full of self righteousness you will choke
(Like there's a plan, like something good's gonna come out of it?
And the only thing, the only fucking thing that lets people stand by watching all this suffering
Doing nothing, doing fucking nothing...
Is the idea that suffering can be a gift from God)
When you get to heaven
Will the tables turn
For a half wit priest and his fucking herd
Draining the blood and pockets of old
No ones gonna save you in your fucking hole
(There's so much suffering in the world... So much
And then there's this higher power.
This higher power who could erase all of that pain
Just wave his hand and make it all go away but doesn't?
No, no thank you)
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Writer(s): Jacob Croman
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