Crosses and Coffins

Here's another headless crowd
Twirling, spinning, rotting around
Murdered for a tabloid life
Licking the blood off Jesus' head

Curses that they tell
Praise that they throw
Lurking for protection and relief

Bow in church for a life of bliss
Climbing up the church that's ours
Body dripping red with death

Curses that they tell
Praise that they throw

Demons in lace stockings breed
Your corpse, they save to see
No holy books to fucking save
Just curses, bread, and rape

Praise the dead
Lord, get punked

Holes in the crosses
On the knees of Pharisees
Bowing prayers, their lies bleed souls
One sin against them belongs to my house