| The cult leader approach the mic for religious sermon
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| Followers pledge their lives I might know the whereabouts of that missing person
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| Any place of worship
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| I will simply commandeer for my business purpose
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| I establish churches
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| Offer access to God
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| A specific service
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| I need a couple high-profile Hollywood stars to submit their earnings
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| The villagers build a wicker man in the wilderness for ritualistic burnings
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| Pedal fear for all nations I got the gospel translations in many different
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| versions
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| I can exorcise all your demons
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| Be redeemed of all your sins and your sick perversions
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| So please allow me to present my doctrine
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| One in a lifetime offer of what I’m literally offering, this sacrificial
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| offering
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| Read the small print from all of my disciples
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| I demand a donation of offspring
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| Suicide Kool Aid make you taste the concoction
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| Take your place in the coffin
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| I should hold my brain
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| A whole lotta brain
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| There’s a hole in my pain
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| I was ashamed
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| If all else fall on me
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| I hope it maintain
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| It’s like my back against the wall
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| I can’t satisfy all in here
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| The L. Ron
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| Hells to bells when the L’s gone
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| It felt strong channelling Daimon Hellstrom
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| Hardly handsome
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| More in common with a ghastly phantom
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| Elaine Burtons want the corpse like I’m Charlie Manson
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| Tell the welder, fires of hell swell to melt ya
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| A harbinger of death
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| Helter-skelter
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| Divine smash
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| Multiple concubines in the stash
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| David Koresh in the flesh
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| It’s raining ash
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| A cult leader, witnessing sinister paragon
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| A cult leader, uh, Minister Farrakhan (salam)
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| Apocalypse swag swung in action
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| I simply move the date along when it doesn’t happen
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| Sixty percent of your cheques to cop the fucking mansion
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| Bled your souls in a cup and then I fucking drank ‘em
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| Twenty sons, twenty daughters and another hatchling
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| Brainwashing them all cos I’m a loving captain
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| I’m bored of this shit, you got me talking business
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| I caught a mission from God, I’m bout to torch a village
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| That is strength, boy. |
| That is power. |
| What is steel compared to the hand that
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| wields it? |
| Look at the strength in your body, the desire in your heart,
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| I gave you this! |
| Such a waste. |
| Contemplate this on the tree of woe.
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| Crucify him |