As the madman, we all know who writhed on a crucifix
I too have been sacrificed by death and her tricks
Pursue the grail to make a wish and drink from the goblet of gore
Souls are but small giblets, please, death care for more?

In my anger ten more pills, shall I gather seven hills?
Lock the horns into place call upon the human race
And I would pray, ***** which art in Heaven above hallowed be thy name
Thy violence come mayhem be done on Earth as it has in Rome

Give us this day our daily gore, forgive us for being poor
’Cause maybe if we pay enough, we can wield upon the *****
I met an alter side of myself, he said I don't know all but I'm learning
I'm tired of quiet revolution, I feel a violent yearning

So gather your m***es be masters of your fate
Be all that you sow, there is war in the shadows
I am the master of hate, delivering the final blow
We the people shall destroy

The ***** my lord, she shall not want, she eateth though, I wield
She creates the *******, we are sheep in her field
Her cup runneth over with my blood and she wants more
Death, I am your filthy grail your goblet of gore
All that I sow of this horror-show

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