The Pentecostal Shakes Video (MV)

Talking curses, speak in tongues as I'm enamored by your warmth
Because these serpent hands are healing
With a heaven in your ribs, and an orchard in your guts
You've honey in your bones
Easy money's, like easy prey
And our hearts turn to catacombs where our inner children lay
Salivating for salvation upon twitching hooves
There's a fever crawling over me and it burns like hell fire
Singing and clapping to their own rhythms and convulsions
It seems that the congregations electric and calls you a friend
Summoning their master, as he's rotting on the vine
Blurred into the obscure there's a ghost in my head and he's real obscene
Unified by the storms
All unclean spirits will wrestle in the roots giving me Pentecostal shakes once again
I reside within the cold belly of the snake
Easy money's, like easy prey
And our hearts turn to catacombs where our inner children lay
Seems your shepherd had the forked tongue all along
She embraced you for a while and spat out your bones
They'll come for you all in the end
If cancer doesn't kill you by then, some other marketing tool steps in
It seems religion neuter's progress and faiths a hollow promise
Seems your shepherd had the forked tongue all along
As you're trained, conditioned, and corrupted to the bone
In the belly of the snake is where I've found my home
Trained, conditioned, and corrupted to the bone
In the belly of the snake is where we find our home
Trained, conditioned, and corrupted to the bone
It's like...
Easy money's, Like easy prey
And our hearts turn to catacombs where our inner children lay
It seems your shepherd had the forked tongue all along
She embraced you for a while and then spat out your bones
In the belly of the snake is where I found home
In the belly of the snake is where we all find home
In the belly of the snake is where we've all found home again...
Until the end we sing (ohh) Til the end
Easy money's, Like easy prey
And our hearts turn to catacombs where our inner children lay