Say you want to know the truth, well you can ask me a question
I'll tell you something that you may want to hear
But I'll lie
I dont really wanna be the bitch that gets it shit and bottles it
Deliberantly swallows it, one less contestant, life
They'll provide the documents to make believe you're gonna fit
Spend your time as militant self help perfection hype
We can make this real
Already tried to go for the gold
Let's go for the stories that remain untold
Aliens have spoke to me and shown me how to see
the parable is terrible but i dont give a sheet
A penis wide that towers high is cumming at your feet
the stories old, the butthole full, of cancer spreading meat
Say you want to know the truth, well you can ask me a question
I'll tell you something that you may want to hear
But I'll lie
And I will never let this go
So open wide
Because I know you'll always know when you lie
I can hear a smacking from the corner of the world
A flap then another flap that there bird has shat a pearl
Oil commerce tipped the scale and soaked up all the dung
And flung it back for us to catch and eat out of their bums
I won't stop til my head stop til my head stop til my head blows
I'm in the middle of a midnight mass and everybody on my dick like preacher, preacher
I won't stop til my head stop til my head stop til my head blows
I'm in the middle of a midnight mass and everybody on my dick like preacher, preach to me
Tell me what you see
Tell me what I need to do and who to be
Cause I won't stop til my head stop til my head stop til my head blows
I'm in the middle of a midnight mass
So let's start a religion
They'll believe in what we say
Let's start a religion
We can blind their eyes with faith
A new religion
We'll tell them where our spirits go
Start a religion
I need my ego to explode
A new religion
(so impressionable)
We can make some widows cry
(attend the festival)
Start a religion
Can even plan our own demise
So let's start a religion
We can save some souls tonight
Start a religion
Without me their souls will die
You thought that it mattered
you thought they were flattered
I'm convinced you're an actor
You can take off the wrapper
Yeah I'll whip up the batter
But there's nothing you can bake
If your face ain't light
Them crackers act fake tonight
compositores: Jon Mess, Matt Mingus, Tilian Pearson, Tim Feerick, Will Swan
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