to It's impossible, yes I know, It's too tempting too, I admit It's unforgivable, but I have nothing to lose Then when the feast was over The guests
Oversættelse: Kirken. The Feast.
curses Defeating the purpose when the people go on strike I'm in the street with the workers Speaking the words from a pulpit Like the preachers at churches
poetic expression hardcore I ain't afraid to say it and many can't get with it At times in my life, I was a welfare recipient I ate the free cheese, while the church
with me no more I asked her if she was doing all right She looked at me as if she wanted to fight She handed me a pamphlet that read Come join the church
glee Oh, sore in a masterpiece And I creep creep creep Creep creep creep for a solid place Urchin legion In the night time Fortune all (off?) feasts
still stands as the realm that you claimed Satan's armies are charging And when we are through, it will never be the same Holocaust winds devastating the churches
lords of the new church God of the new church Save us from the lords of the new church And I hope and I pray God of the new church And I hope
your order is your anarchy your violence your peace your gospel is your blasphemy your famine is your feast destruction is your architect your woman and
they dwell I've been to a tall black tower half of my soul was stolen they drank with such ferocity devoured my memories and thoughts We build churches
woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries Virgin ascending to the skies tonight All day long I have passed my time alone And when the church
all, could not spare the riches too He nailed the hats on their heads, this way kept the traditions of his guests Had his feast in his forest, was
stools Coop the hens and pen the mules Come one, come all Close the churches and the schools It's the day for breaking rules Come and join the Feast
our comfort breeds on others' pain. This feast would be better if it wasn't so lonely. Theologies of liberation formed by mother's desperation, the church
pray A choir sings with their eyes sown shut By the stream children playing water flowin with blood The pastor stands on his pulpit while preachin to hell On the hilltop church
their eyes sewn shut By a stream the children playing, water flowing with blood The pastor stands on his pulpit, while preaching of hell On the hilltop church
motherfuckin' secret Yeah, we're in drought season Niggas lookin' for a reason It's like thanksgiving without the feast Yeah, the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church
