die Hide behind a religion of lies Fuck your Christ and let Satan arise Ref: The corpse of christ Will bleed again The corpse of christ Shall
now, and die happy Le Cerf Malade Il en coute A qui vous reclame Medecins du corps et de l'ame
a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
he raps with his regular voice [BOOSH! BOOSH!] [BOOSH! BOOSH!] (What was that?) Pet Shop Boys So we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted His corpse
follow me inside This is the time, the twisted mind of Priest White wolves leap out the woods Bite at the hoves of all the horses Return like Christ in
in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeahhhhh If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin hands in the air [Chorus] [Young Chris - over
Like a Jew in ancient Spain And for Christ's name did pay with pain Modern day inquisition What is the link between these crafts? Doctors and thieves,
Ross Bay grave Black mass begins Blasphemous prayers Are being chanted backwards Black pentagram cult Are ripping up dead corpses Burning the chapel The
Christ I will fuck All the bastards Who believe in yours words of love Christ I hate you With all my forces Will piss on your corpse and eat your flesh
Scars) I wonder if she was too dead to care if I taste the blood of Christ. Her heart was weak and frail. I'm drowning in the blood of Christ. Her
God And blood run red in an eternal flood The word has been spread - Through out the centuries Millions of corpses lying in the cemeteries Reek of christianity
'll thought that underground shit wouldn't gon' work in ya Yeah, for the Ouijas of sin is death For the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ
you slippin' I go and reach for my mac 10 Victims of my devils playground (Koopsta Knicca) Damn I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizees Chris
organs are a smorgasborg in the feast The dahmer with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast You'll be missin' till fisherman see your corpse I'
is a smoldering hole Christo-fascists are in control They put a Disney store in Svatoplunk Square All the guards at the labor camp shop there Christian
left on the corpse Judas stands back and admires the beautiful orchestration With a sickening grin as the life seeps into his mind. "It has been done Lord, Christ
by your own entrails Then we feast upon your corpse. Stare into my eyes as I sever your head. Reveal the twelve, you'll live. Now worship Christ as
the trigger blow and it's on brains gone, thrown out the back of your cranium trippin' on your shorts, left your ass a corpse on your Ma's front porch
