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Here he comes as you pray |
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Like shot lambs you crawl |
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Here he comes as you pray |
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Oh, shot lambs now fall |
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Hear him breathe as you pray |
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His tongue licks your palms |
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Feel him seduces when you pray |
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There's oralsex in his psalms |
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All the seed |
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That you have planted |
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Upon trinity fields |
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And those crops that thrive |
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Inside of you |
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Grow like thorns |
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Through your praying hands |
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All the seeds |
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Hear him scream as you pray |
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The cold father and sin |
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Feel his soft and sick tongue |
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Lick your Christian skin |
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All the seed |
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That you have planted |
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Upon trinity fields |
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And those crops that thrive |
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Inside of you |
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Grow like thorns |
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Through your praying hands |
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There's a ruin in the heart of this plain |
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A rose that withers and dies |
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So leave the fields and join the insects |
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Join the lord of lies |
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All the seed |
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That you have planted |
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Upon trinity fields |
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And those crops that thrive |
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Inside of you |
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Grow like thorns |
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Through your praying hands |
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Thorns |
