very being A holy fire burns in your mind God is perceived as a thing that's so vile End lives of pure men, and their beloved wives Sons and daughters
white chocolate, clockwork apocalypse Inter-dimensional like Prince be sensual My interplanetary sub-galactic tactic Got ya wearin' vests like prophylactics My verbal waters rock your sons
Holy, holy Holy, holy Holy, holy Holy, holy Holy, holy Holy, holy Holy, holy Holy, holy You're holy, holy Holy Lord God, holy Somebody join and sing Holy, holy Holy, holy Holy, holy Holy
me that The Bible is divided into two parts The Old and the New Testaments When I look at the Trey, I think of the Father, the Son And the Holy Ghost
worship, of Him, Jesus groveled, inverted, on the holy wastelands, as we raped the human race, the helpless Shepard pleaded, and bleeded, before the sons
slobber drip, so tight, I bite off the bottom lip. Until your head pop and your soul leave, whoever told you I was holy, Im a killer priest. I see too
through the sins of their fathers Shining on down on good sons and daughters We were true believers that this song of gold Was a high holy fever that
Murderin', numbers on your head while I'm burglarin' Shank is servin' 'em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin' New York metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypse Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy
theirs plenty) daughters, bitches-virgin whores and sons of saints and daemons rejoice in carnal lust,-infernal and divine This funeral of morals on this very holy
and hell exist within Heaven is what you make it and hell is what you're going through There is only one God, there is a whole new one, faith There is a holy
its way of life Religion They preach of holy wars Their bibles Speak lies in foreign languages Deception Shall lead to human waste They are the bastard sons
in God the Father, Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord I believe in the Holy Spirit, one Holy
thought they could win Said they would stand and fight until the very bloody end Mr. Bush got on the phone with Iraq and Iran and said "Now you sons-
sweet perversions, paint their picture cross their precious sky And it's all I've been searching for Wretched is the filth, that grinds the holy with
Holy Lamb of God" So let the earth, and all that's in it, clap our hands and shout out loud With all of our voices singing, "Glory to the Holy Lamb
Some had on the Rebel grey, Some the Union blue, They were fathers sons and brothers, men like me and you. Engaged in heavy battle, till there came that
Mogoon [Verse 2] Seven plagues of the seven angels Seven emcee's get strangled by the seven holiest triangles Eye of magnum, plexy glass beams that see through Sons
From the heart of Europe we marched down to the cities of the holy land we pledged our lives to serve the cross to guard the secrets of the temple's vault