Saint Violence

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition, hallelujah lock and load!
My gun's pointing to the road of perdition, violence's all it showed.
My gun is warm and my blood is hot, Not a pistol packing priest.
I'm sitting with drugs in Salem’s lot, shooting for the beast.
My cross is silver, my eyes they stare, I consummate my death.
my neck is bloody, my chest is bare, I eradicate the best.
Pray for forgiveness, it just might come
said the preacher to the beast.
Quest for awareness, in the golden sun,
said the blind man to the thief.

I'm Saint Violence and I am here to save your soul
pull out my gun, look to the sun and fill you full of holes
I'm Saint Violence and I've got some work to do.
with a pistol on my hip and some nitro. in my shoe.
Who needs control, when I've got the rage deep inside my heart?
Who needs the whole when I've got the soul of the best part?
Bullets dipped in holy water, Baptized in blood every Monday,
the world is an evil place and I'll see the end of it one day.

Sing to the heavens and they might hear.
said the preacher to the choir.
Duck and cover, then hold your fears.
said the governed in the final hour.

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition, bless the blood and tear my flesh.
Shoot! Reload and damn the repetition when combats on with the bodies fresh.
My halo is a switchblade, my wings are visages, my innocence guilty sermon mirages
I'm sending prayers of sharpened lead, incision and mutilation, steel massages.
Jumping out of airplanes and hiding out in holes,
the soldiers move to their locations.
Beating on the bible and ripping out some souls,
the blind men sell justifications!

I'm Saint Violence and I'm on a sacred quest.
to get the grail, so young and frail or die like the rest.
I'm Saint Violence and although it might seem wrong
I'm celebrated, ignored and hated, in about every song.
My eulogy is screams at my midnight mass, benediction of poison gas.
the hymns are chants, whispers and cries, we know that they won't last.
in the past you knew it well but knew it well but no one wants to go to hell,
and you can't hide the shame inside your mind when your legs begin to swell.

Crossing out the purpose and talking from their hands,
heretics broadcast hidden power.
Darkness supplied the position on which they stand
and innocent ignorance they devour.

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition, in the name of the bloody Christ.
forgiveness is damnable mission, and I never thought it had a price.
Praise the lord and pass the ammunition, we can't be saved until we're dead
so keep shooting, hold the positions, fill the people full of lead.
just keep praying, said the preacher
just keep shooting said the sarge
just keep writing said the teacher
that's just normal, said my barge.

I'm Saint Violence, and I'm always looking to the sky
eagles plummet, from the summit, mercy is a fucking lie.
I'm Saint Violence and I'm shooting straight and breathing fire
blasting at the fasting who are calling me a liar.
My benediction is a courtroom contradiction, waiting for the end
They go in war, with gun and sword, to anywhere they're sent.
may not be right, but they still fight, for the dark or for the light.
and you can't speak, when your so weak, that bullets end your bite.

Talk to the heavens and you'll find.
Man has perverted the word.
look at the world and you'll see the blind
leading it, it's so absurd.

Ready take aim,
for eternal blame
Take the red pill
and fire at will.