| The children weap at the father’s sermon, the lord is
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| Alive through his perversions. |
| Your faith, run to your faith, I guess
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| Your god works in mysterious ways. |
| Its time that someone makes you pay
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| Lays you out and sets things straight. |
| You say I’ll burn in hell, well
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| I’ll save you a place. |
| Can’t quit, here’s some shit that you’ll never
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| Forget. |
| Ain’t it funny how you say those things to me, I’ll spit it right
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| Back in your fucking face. |
| Hope you like the taste cause you done earned
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| It baby. |
| Ain’t it funny how the roles we played have changed? |
| Put you
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| Right back in your fucking place, hope you like your grave cause you’re
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| Diggin it baby. |
| She’s getting wet like holy water, touched by the lord
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| But she wants it harder. |
| Your faith, fuck your faith. |
| I’m looking for
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| Some temples I can penetrate. |
| Its time temptation gets its way, lays you
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| Down and sets things straight. |
| She’s got the holy spirit dripping down her |