forever, on and on So it's not important where you live or where you're from We will stand together till we are all gone HEAVY METAL THAT'S OUR LAW GIVES
unless the hoe's butt naked You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome But you like, look everybody, I'm a silly microphone crumb You
your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval I own you, I own you I decide how long you sleep And how much rest You
if it's good and hate if it's bad and if this all don't make you mad I'll keep yours and I'll keep mine nothing sacred and nothing divine Father, bless
mom crashed into a police car that one night Got her face smashed, back cracked She needed you bad, you left her bleeding in the gutter What do you got? What do you
, you can get it if you want it Won't say I'm the best, but I'm not that far from it You know my style (you like to play low) (you probably be going &
you know you're special And we think you know you're wrong Suckerface you're special Do you believe yourself it's not science Do you hide from your
Cause your love is so divine that is so simple and kind I?m bout to take that ride. you should come with me Believe me, there ain?t nothing clear as you
let you live this down, down, down Not for nothing I've forseen it, I dream it I can feel it slowly dripping away from me No more chances if you blow this, you
the business is you God I been waiting to meet you And I know I been hearing bout yall But like the one day I would see you But why you let dem niggas
everyone or everywhere anyway. I've got a lot of life and you've got nothing. Don't swallow the sun, The moon isn't bright enough. We're all like flashlights, Useless til you
prosper is the gospel of Wonderland, where street sands, are quick.. to suck you down to the abyss with the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks of
Welcome we love you We hate you We love you We want you We need you We wish we were like you They say you're a saint You're a whore You're a sinner
at all, you know it. You say you are a holy man but what is it you do? From where I stand is nothing but a hollow man I see. Mother of Mercy. Angel
else but emptiness You can reason religion Prove an existance But deep down you feel like (Nothings worth living for) The reason that we don't give
if it's good and hate if it's bad And if this all don't make you mad I'll keep yours and I'll keep mine Nothing sacred and nothing divine Father, bless
give me some, uh, Free Mumia pamphlets. So you know I'm in a hurry, right, and I told him, right, and he tried to check me, like 'Have you ever even
right But fuck you bitch, they talk about Christ I don't give a fuck about your blessings You want to know my religion why don't you guess it [Chorus