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Текст песни: Get... these... fucking... things... OFF ME
You think this leather can hold what’s inside?
You think your God is watching?
He left us alone a long time ago
Four points of contact, buckled to the frame
The priest reads the Bible, he whispers his Name
But the mattress is soaked in saliva and sweat
I ain’t done with this body, I ain’t finished yet
My spine is an arch, a bridge for the Beast
I’m the main course at the blasphemous feast
The crucifix hanging above on the wall
Is starting to tremble, is starting to fall
My wrists are bleeding, I'm burning with hate
Nobody can help her, it's too fucking late
HEY GOD, ARE YOU THERE? LOOK AT YOUR DAUGHTER
LIKE A LAMB TIED DOWN FOR THE HOLY SLAUGHTER
I CURSE YOUR LIGHT, I CURSE YOUR GRACE
I WANT TO SPIT IN YOUR HOLY FACE
TEAR THE STRAPS, BREAK THE BONE
I’LL DRAG YOU DOWN FROM YOUR GOLDEN THRONE
GOLDEN THRONE
God, save this child from the horror and dread
SHE IS ALREADY GONE, AND SOON YOU WILL ALL BE DEAD
Hey Priest, do you hear?
I spit at your Heaven, I curse your name
I’ll burn down your kingdom and swallow the flame
You said You serve God? You just torture the weak
But silence is coming - I won't let them speak
I loathe every human, I loathe your lies
I’m here just to sever the sun from the skies
So watch as I laugh at your precious design
The blood on my hands is much holier than wine
Our father… who art in Heaven... Hallowed be thy name
I’M LOOSE
RUN, PRIEST, RUN, HIDE UNDER THE PEWS
I’VE GOT SOME BAD NEWS
THERE IS NO SALVATION
GOD WILL NOT SAVE YOU
HEY GOD, ARE YOU THERE? LOOK AT YOUR DAUGHTER
LIKE A LAMB TIED DOWN FOR THE HOLY SLAUGHTER
I CURSE YOUR LIGHT, I CURSE YOUR GRACE
I WANT TO SPIT IN YOUR HOLY FACE
TEAR THE STRAPS, BREAK THE BONE
I’LL DRAG YOU DOWN FROM YOUR GOLDEN THRONE
GOLDEN THRONE
You think this leather can hold what’s inside?
You think your God is watching?
He left us alone a long time ago
Four points of contact, buckled to the frame
The priest reads the Bible, he whispers his Name
But the mattress is soaked in saliva and sweat
I ain’t done with this body, I ain’t finished yet
My spine is an arch, a bridge for the Beast
I’m the main course at the blasphemous feast
The crucifix hanging above on the wall
Is starting to tremble, is starting to fall
My wrists are bleeding, I'm burning with hate
Nobody can help her, it's too fucking late
HEY GOD, ARE YOU THERE? LOOK AT YOUR DAUGHTER
LIKE A LAMB TIED DOWN FOR THE HOLY SLAUGHTER
I CURSE YOUR LIGHT, I CURSE YOUR GRACE
I WANT TO SPIT IN YOUR HOLY FACE
TEAR THE STRAPS, BREAK THE BONE
I’LL DRAG YOU DOWN FROM YOUR GOLDEN THRONE
GOLDEN THRONE
God, save this child from the horror and dread
SHE IS ALREADY GONE, AND SOON YOU WILL ALL BE DEAD
Hey Priest, do you hear?
I spit at your Heaven, I curse your name
I’ll burn down your kingdom and swallow the flame
You said You serve God? You just torture the weak
But silence is coming - I won't let them speak
I loathe every human, I loathe your lies
I’m here just to sever the sun from the skies
So watch as I laugh at your precious design
The blood on my hands is much holier than wine
Our father… who art in Heaven... Hallowed be thy name
I’M LOOSE
RUN, PRIEST, RUN, HIDE UNDER THE PEWS
I’VE GOT SOME BAD NEWS
THERE IS NO SALVATION
GOD WILL NOT SAVE YOU
HEY GOD, ARE YOU THERE? LOOK AT YOUR DAUGHTER
LIKE A LAMB TIED DOWN FOR THE HOLY SLAUGHTER
I CURSE YOUR LIGHT, I CURSE YOUR GRACE
I WANT TO SPIT IN YOUR HOLY FACE
TEAR THE STRAPS, BREAK THE BONE
I’LL DRAG YOU DOWN FROM YOUR GOLDEN THRONE
GOLDEN THRONE
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