Lyrics Christ - Ashbury Heights

Christ

Devilgod — Paralyzed
By unreasonable fear high
On expectations, drunk on Perriér
Devilgod — Analyzed by the best
And the beast a sovereign of
Madmen, at the very least
Make my day, my world my Silverchair
Make your way, all through my faux despair
Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ
Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record sing along
I’m coming now, it won’t be long
Before I am your Antichrist
Devilgod — Demonesque
Appalling deity detest
Vanity incarnate, malicious manifest
Devilgod — Desperate to retain his
Cheap glamour we’re all paper stars
At point de non retour
Make my day, my world my silverchair
Make your way, all through my faux despair