Preacher
I could see them smile, doused in gasoline
Offer up their child as they burn and scream
My parents sold me to a preacher
Now I miss my mom and dad
I heard they joined a cult
They say, "Mass suicidal death"
I'm locked inside the church
They say the prophecy's foretold
Strapped to the altar
I'm the sacrifice they owe
They'll chase me through the graveyard
I hear their guns
I hide behind the chapel
They're out for blood
They'll call you brother
Then they'll turn around and chop off your head
Can't trust your mother
'Cause your father was a traveling man
Stone written tablets in the basements
Where authors etched their lives
They'll sell you your forgiveness
If you pay them with your life
An actor in his mansion
Holds a party where they'll meet
Strapped to the table
Let the holy have their feast
They'll chase me through the graveyard
I hear their guns
I hide behind the chapel
They're out for blood
They'll call you brother
Then they'll turn around and chop off your head
Can't trust your mother
'Cause your father was a traveling man
They'll preach salvation
As they tie my limbs and rip out my teeth
They'll soak their daggers
In the pig's blood as I beg and I plead
Offer up their child as they burn and scream
My parents sold me to a preacher
Now I miss my mom and dad
I heard they joined a cult
They say, "Mass suicidal death"
I'm locked inside the church
They say the prophecy's foretold
Strapped to the altar
I'm the sacrifice they owe
They'll chase me through the graveyard
I hear their guns
I hide behind the chapel
They're out for blood
They'll call you brother
Then they'll turn around and chop off your head
Can't trust your mother
'Cause your father was a traveling man
Stone written tablets in the basements
Where authors etched their lives
They'll sell you your forgiveness
If you pay them with your life
An actor in his mansion
Holds a party where they'll meet
Strapped to the table
Let the holy have their feast
They'll chase me through the graveyard
I hear their guns
I hide behind the chapel
They're out for blood
They'll call you brother
Then they'll turn around and chop off your head
Can't trust your mother
'Cause your father was a traveling man
They'll preach salvation
As they tie my limbs and rip out my teeth
They'll soak their daggers
In the pig's blood as I beg and I plead
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Dosik, Austin Francis Sellinger, John Gayleard, Christopher Robinson, Jonah Rindner
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