Verse1: Sweet subtle glory I pray for you to appease my senses and bring me life I'ld even settle for hope in this time of undoing. I am no revelation. I am a reguritation of feelings of angst and hatred, regret for the things I gave it. I tried so fucking hard to break away from the path harms you. So show me a little bit of respect but I know I dont deserve it. Stigmata fuck I feel weak. My hands, my legs they all bleed. Just to be your Jesus Christ, do you think I'ld feel alive. Maybe I would look to the stars and call upon the wrath of our God to burn alive the whores of Gemera and cast vengeance upon the blind. Meet hell you succubus traitors. Belief in God is the sickness that saves her. Than I'ld feel alive. Oh yeah, than I'ld feel alive. Bleed now you herectics goat faced thieves. Meet hell! Meet hell! For belief is a pretermined obedience to Christ, a synonym for fear, a apparition that lies. If only I was your Jesus Christ, than I'ld feel alive. Oh yea than I'd feel alive. Who are you to point your finger. Who are you to cast your amger upon someone who would have burned alive for you. I would have sacrficed all that I was inside for you. For what?
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