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Composição: Nightmare Indutries

Here he comes as you pray

Like shot lambs you crawl

Here he comes as you pray

Oh, shot lambs now fall

Hear him breathe as you pray

His tongue licks yours palms

Feel him seduce when you pray

There's oralsex in his psalms

All the seeds that you have planted in it

Upon Trinity Fields

And those crops that thrive inside of you

Grow like thorns through your praying hands

Hear him scream as you pray

The cold father and sin

Feel his soft and sick tongue

Lick your christian skin

There's a ruin in the heart of this plain

A rose that withers and dies

So leave the fields and join the insects

Join, join, join the Lord of Flies