sanctus

Compton Chauncey
slap in the face to segregate my hasty retreat-to the foothills

my lair littered with the discarded bones of socalled joeshmoe holy heroes

stepping to my repaired contradiction to set aside failed religions stick bound hippies

fed to me and its plain to see that im hearing a different kind of story

i cant follow this bag of dripping shit it was written on bloody parchment

undone fallen son of shunned blood in my cup

scrawl your own prophesy i cant seem to get down on my knees

unending tyrrany filling me directly making me effectively a war machine

some smoke escapes can you separate me from epic faceoff fiends

instant release of long dead beliefs reap the sweets of a world in grief

there are legions of blasphemers marching this way

outgunned begotten son of shunned blood in my cup

scrawl your own prophesy i cant seem to get down on my knees

you were there bleeding watching me leaving

they stopped your breathing

it wasnt i

i couldve stopped it

but you dont mean shit

its no conflict

in my eyes

broken down hippie

on the big stick see

thank the sacrifice

jesus left you

doesnt posess you

the light you head to

under the angry skies

wait for the rapture and you will be captured carnal redemption

learn your lesson

this is illeagal my king of evil wear that crown proudly

burnt away doubting

bloody ripped clothing marks the true sinner

just the beginning of my war

on the false savior into the floorboards

dont dare to follow into the hollow

feel free to swallow all your lies