Tyrant of the pigs
He who f*cked his own mother
A crown made from twigs
Told by god to kill his own brother
Poisoning the masses with lies
Poisoning the masses with lies
I see Satan more clearly
Since I was shown the meaning of life
Constructed blood oath black wizardry
Murder the sleeping babe in the stye
I have no need for the implicit artifice
Flames catch as I graze through your fields
Existential Ravaging madness
Feel the frost in the wind as I block the sun
Christ never rose
Just a figment of your imagination
Holocaust of Shakespearean Prose
F*ck your cultural appropriation
Canvas portrait drawn from humiliation
Shitting blood on clean toes
Outpouring of the guilt dividend
Wretched flesh and fractured bones
How could you believe you were ever forgiven?
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Tyrant of the pigs
He who f*cked his own mother
A crown made from twigs
Told by god to kill his own brother
Poisoning the masses with lies
Poisoning the masses with lies
I see Satan more clearly
Since I was shown the meaning of life
Constructed blood oath black wizardry
Murder the sleeping babe in the stye
I have no need for the implicit artifice
Flames catch as I graze through your fields
Existential Ravaging madness
Feel the frost in the wind as I block the sun
Christ never rose
Just a figment of your imagination
Holocaust of Shakespearean Prose
F*ck your cultural appropriation
Canvas portrait drawn from humiliation
Shitting blood on clean toes
Outpouring of the guilt dividend
Wretched flesh and fractured bones
How could you believe you were ever forgiven?
He who f*cked his own mother
A crown made from twigs
Told by god to kill his own brother
Poisoning the masses with lies
Poisoning the masses with lies
I see Satan more clearly
Since I was shown the meaning of life
Constructed blood oath black wizardry
Murder the sleeping babe in the stye
I have no need for the implicit artifice
Flames catch as I graze through your fields
Existential Ravaging madness
Feel the frost in the wind as I block the sun
Christ never rose
Just a figment of your imagination
Holocaust of Shakespearean Prose
F*ck your cultural appropriation
Canvas portrait drawn from humiliation
Shitting blood on clean toes
Outpouring of the guilt dividend
Wretched flesh and fractured bones
How could you believe you were ever forgiven?
Writer: Mikael Vredensdal
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid