the saint's corpse
Yeah
Wolf the Human
Check
Crush on crush
Double Dutch after we clique up
Split this shit wide open
That must be why the ship sunk
Crocodile on my feet
Under the Nile River
Cozy in Cozumel
I drank hell up
Inside my liver
Should I call?
Should I call at all?
Apocalyptic cryptic chapstick on your lips
After the downfall
Am I downbad, I can't even see straight
She told she'd pray for me
Lowkey, that's what I used to hate
What if my faith is myself when I'm alone
I couldn't pick you then
How the hell I pick a bone?
Your closure is shit-talk
It's sticks and stones
You couldn't choose me then
Why should I believe you'd pick me now?
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell me pray more
But if we don't change
What the fuck we pray for?
Changin' away from you
Please take away my rage, lord
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell 'em to pray more
But if you don't change
What the fuck you pray for?
We gotta change our ways
Til then
Don't say more
Someday I think I might deliver my death
I give what I live for
Let's just call it respect
Put it on me
Like I'm owing you debt
Don't get angry about a lot of things
Unless I'm losing my head
Fuck
The moniker of monks
The modesty of many men
Plenty gents lack sense
Uranium's in their cranium
Nuclear thoughts
Make the whole skull hurt
A saint's corpse is all you worship
When you're knee-deep in the dirt
It's self-love man, you gotta look inward
You heard?
Every word you give to others, you gotta choose first
Attitude is all you take when you're gone
Noddin' off in the coffin and
Then you're flowers on the lawn
God's only good with an o taken out
I look before I see, you make me believe in my doubts
I see freedom in you, don't try to make me proud
Be yourself as you are, bars are for you, be loud
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell me pray more
But if we don't change
What the fuck we pray for?
Changin' away from you
Please take away my rage, lord
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell em' pray more
But if you don't change
What the fuck you pray for?
We gotta change our ways
Til then
Don't say more
Nobody has oppositions
Just some policitians
Too old to know now
Orange face or bed-ridden
Like Jordan said
Minuteman Christians
Only mission is dismission of
A different religion
Maybe truth is more fluid
Then what we knew?
Maybe there's another way to live
Then how we do?
If all we want is compassion
Then is the answer too late?
I'm only praying for change
So I'm praying for faith
I'm layin my head down
At the end of a day
And if I don't wake up
Then I guess that's okay
Oh wait
The weight's a plate
I know God in my people
Good in everyone around me
We gotta treat em' like it's equal
Don't get me wrong this ain't a song about church
Fucking redundancies in pews
Lettin' loose on the earth
Cause how you pray for one death
And celebrate another?
Love is all we got on this earth
We gotta do that shit together
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what we pay for
You only feel okay when you tell em' pray more
But if we don't change
What the fuck we pray for?
Changin' away from you
Please take away my rage, lord
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell em' pray more
But if you don't change
What the fuck you pray for?
Gotta change our ways
Til then
Don't say more
(Amen, amen)
Wolf the Human
Check
Crush on crush
Double Dutch after we clique up
Split this shit wide open
That must be why the ship sunk
Crocodile on my feet
Under the Nile River
Cozy in Cozumel
I drank hell up
Inside my liver
Should I call?
Should I call at all?
Apocalyptic cryptic chapstick on your lips
After the downfall
Am I downbad, I can't even see straight
She told she'd pray for me
Lowkey, that's what I used to hate
What if my faith is myself when I'm alone
I couldn't pick you then
How the hell I pick a bone?
Your closure is shit-talk
It's sticks and stones
You couldn't choose me then
Why should I believe you'd pick me now?
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell me pray more
But if we don't change
What the fuck we pray for?
Changin' away from you
Please take away my rage, lord
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell 'em to pray more
But if you don't change
What the fuck you pray for?
We gotta change our ways
Til then
Don't say more
Someday I think I might deliver my death
I give what I live for
Let's just call it respect
Put it on me
Like I'm owing you debt
Don't get angry about a lot of things
Unless I'm losing my head
Fuck
The moniker of monks
The modesty of many men
Plenty gents lack sense
Uranium's in their cranium
Nuclear thoughts
Make the whole skull hurt
A saint's corpse is all you worship
When you're knee-deep in the dirt
It's self-love man, you gotta look inward
You heard?
Every word you give to others, you gotta choose first
Attitude is all you take when you're gone
Noddin' off in the coffin and
Then you're flowers on the lawn
God's only good with an o taken out
I look before I see, you make me believe in my doubts
I see freedom in you, don't try to make me proud
Be yourself as you are, bars are for you, be loud
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell me pray more
But if we don't change
What the fuck we pray for?
Changin' away from you
Please take away my rage, lord
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell em' pray more
But if you don't change
What the fuck you pray for?
We gotta change our ways
Til then
Don't say more
Nobody has oppositions
Just some policitians
Too old to know now
Orange face or bed-ridden
Like Jordan said
Minuteman Christians
Only mission is dismission of
A different religion
Maybe truth is more fluid
Then what we knew?
Maybe there's another way to live
Then how we do?
If all we want is compassion
Then is the answer too late?
I'm only praying for change
So I'm praying for faith
I'm layin my head down
At the end of a day
And if I don't wake up
Then I guess that's okay
Oh wait
The weight's a plate
I know God in my people
Good in everyone around me
We gotta treat em' like it's equal
Don't get me wrong this ain't a song about church
Fucking redundancies in pews
Lettin' loose on the earth
Cause how you pray for one death
And celebrate another?
Love is all we got on this earth
We gotta do that shit together
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what we pay for
You only feel okay when you tell em' pray more
But if we don't change
What the fuck we pray for?
Changin' away from you
Please take away my rage, lord
The saint's corpse
Everyday is what I pay for
You only feel okay when you tell em' pray more
But if you don't change
What the fuck you pray for?
Gotta change our ways
Til then
Don't say more
(Amen, amen)
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