Patrick Ferguson - Antifather Lyrics

I'm in The Elm Tree with My bag of teeth, how many will I lose how many may I keep
I do not need a god damn thing, I only just want, want Her to feel and scream
Hush My darling it will be over soon, Call me Mr. Sandman a deadly monsoon
My Master needs all these souls to devour
Between Me and the angle will bring Him to power

Jesus blood never found Me, Jesus blood never found Me

I'm in The Elm Tree with My bag of teeth, how many will I lose how many may I keep
The Old One is stuck behind that triangle wall, It takes 3000 bodies to make that wall fall
I've been trapped in His wicked black blood, because of the father I'm free from the mud
Call Me a cavity a black spreading disease
I'll crack Your rips and be gone with the breeze

Jesus blood never found Me, Jesus blood never found Me

I'm in The Elm Tree with My bag of teeth, how many will I lose how many may I keep
27 minutes this atrocious count down, I don't wear glasses I only wear frowns
The Old One loves the angel, His second in command
But to the left of Keaton is where I stand
I'm the violence who will bring Zalgo back, the skeleton face with the might of attack

Jesus blood never found Me, Jesus blood never found Me

I'm in The Elm Tree with My bag of teeth, how many will I lose how many may I keep
Against the mother there's us the unholy Trinity
The Old One the Blue eye and the red eye is Me
I engage Her with a sticky hateful kiss, begin the count down
Your head I will f*cking twist
The death and the blood splatter the reason I live, the choking the squeezing
I'm the butcher You're the pig

Jesus blood never found Me, Jesus blood never found Me

The anti father walks among us...