From the recording The Lambs Have No Eyes
Lyrics
Felonies bred through the shepherds jealousy
Genesis weaponized futile feuds distribute ecstasy is why the blessings die
Heaven’s eye dimmed from synthetic empathy intensified
Immense demise a melody so many just cannot sympathize
Leviathan lullabies, iron lungs baptize parasites
A coward dies thinking a blue check what makes em verified
Hell can see the ill conceived living life immortalized
Stigmata fashion, blood seams tailored in martyr fabric
The art of havoc palms scarred from carving gods outta panic
Barter hearts for the scars that crafted the cost immaculate
Karma chanting Marble caskets my gospel graphic
Chronic balance between holy wrath and narco habits
The garden vanished, Adam’s damage framed in charm and static
Selling souls for status
Abyss etiquette death’s rhetoric elegant
Necklaces of skeletons on lunacy precipice
Bredding benevolence outta the venom squire that mean i'm excellent
Talks indecent, chalk outlines draw agreements
In the oddest sequence I cough diseases, a godless thesis
These angels are polyhedrons anamorphic screening
Attention whore who fiending distort allegiance
Embrace the Phoenix halo leaks the ash of Eden
Carbon ghosts in designer suits, crooks in communion booths
Polluted youth salute in funeral tunes
Mutinous humans recusing truth isn't this beautiful
Risk it all break in lucifers cubicle just to loot the jewels
When the light glisten look like the rubies drool
Gilded tongue slitting hymns from an ordained bishop’s jaw
Crimson laws inscribed upon whats deem the scripture wall
Pistols draw sigils flawed, give it up for Mr. want it all
Crystal bars guiding lost angels who twitch in awe
Memoirs from wars where the prophets sparred
Loser takes the shape of a fallen star
The vile things you say i am i probably are
Mason jars full of the old me body parts
Now i'm the source of rituals bringing life to corpse
To smite awards allowing the shepherd to fly a Porsche
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Gotta keep the piece to live in harmony
In the darkest corners where the monster feast
In the gardens ruins where the gods cant see
But the blood on my hands still honor me