| Confidently greeting
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| Me at my front door, but something seems freaky
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| I glance on with intrigue
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| Curiosity building in what they believe
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| They pass on their info
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| I play like I’m hooked
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| I attend their sermons
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| I purchased their books
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| I play all their games I need to get inside
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| Because I know this church has got something to hide
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| Time passes quickly
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| Things growing stranger the more that they trust me
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| Stumbled onto something
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| But not really sure it’s what I want to see
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| This investigation once thought as my prank
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| Is uncovering some unspeakable things
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| I need to share this but who will believe
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| They’ll come to kill me the second I leave
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| They’re not human, they’re possessed
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| The more I’m learning the sicker it gets
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| Those who seek their secrets are hunted for fun
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| Not blood into wine they turn wine into blood!
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| Jesus freaks
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| Come to your end
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| Jesus freaks
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| Pray for death
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| I think they’re on to me
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| Their attitudes changing
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| And the doors are closing
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| Congregations circling
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| And the preacher now is just insanely smiling
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| I’m pushed toward the back room
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| And through a trap door
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| Surrounded by corpses that litter the floor
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| There’s no way out and nowhere to run
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| No way I’m leaving this room with my blood
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| Say I’m nosey
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| It can’t be so
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| Some things are better just being unknown
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| I’ll pay for this lesson when my veins are drained
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| A blood-sucking cult led by the deranged
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| Jesus freaks
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| Come to your end
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| Jesus freaks
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| Pray for death |