Leper's grace
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โฑ๏ธ 4:13 duration
๐ ID: 5901947
๐ Lyrics
Come close, touch the wounds that grace me
Pious manchild, so keen to grasp
Why your path is not my path
Or why you fear the things I adore
But know it is the certainty of death and its stench that I crave
And that makes me want more
Not your sanctimonious affirmation
Nor your cage of gold
No
Never saw the dignity in the act to submit or conform
And even less so in the willful enforcement
Of guilt and of norm
Never been able to understand
Your voluntary slavery
The true rebels I have known
They broke their chains, they lived and died free
Constantly in the vicinity of death and demise
Eternally in mutiny against Christ (Christ, Christ)
In your world so white and right
I'll be the wrong, I'll be the night
Your shame, my pride
Beyond illusion, beyond sex and race
I bow before the leper's grace
Beware, ye tender hearts
Satanic force of darkness
A tumor that festers in the godhead
Wild and free, our work must be
A cultivation of evil
To sting, to twist and stir
Blessed by the rabid curse
Outcast, exiled and banished
Deep in night forlorn
Where demons chant
At the leper's throne
Rising from the slums of Sodom
The rank stench of love gone vile
Up into the halls of heaven
Beware, ye clean, of the unclean
In your world of peace and light
We are the filth, we are the fight
On these fields we are the scythe
Now kiss the blisters upon the face
Of rotting death, the leper's grace
Pious manchild, so keen to grasp
Why your path is not my path
Or why you fear the things I adore
But know it is the certainty of death and its stench that I crave
And that makes me want more
Not your sanctimonious affirmation
Nor your cage of gold
No
Never saw the dignity in the act to submit or conform
And even less so in the willful enforcement
Of guilt and of norm
Never been able to understand
Your voluntary slavery
The true rebels I have known
They broke their chains, they lived and died free
Constantly in the vicinity of death and demise
Eternally in mutiny against Christ (Christ, Christ)
In your world so white and right
I'll be the wrong, I'll be the night
Your shame, my pride
Beyond illusion, beyond sex and race
I bow before the leper's grace
Beware, ye tender hearts
Satanic force of darkness
A tumor that festers in the godhead
Wild and free, our work must be
A cultivation of evil
To sting, to twist and stir
Blessed by the rabid curse
Outcast, exiled and banished
Deep in night forlorn
Where demons chant
At the leper's throne
Rising from the slums of Sodom
The rank stench of love gone vile
Up into the halls of heaven
Beware, ye clean, of the unclean
In your world of peace and light
We are the filth, we are the fight
On these fields we are the scythe
Now kiss the blisters upon the face
Of rotting death, the leper's grace
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:37.63] Come close, touch the wounds that grace me
[00:41.21] Pious manchild, so keen to grasp
[00:44.78] Why your path is not my path
[00:47.16] Or why you fear the things I adore
[00:50.52] But know it is the certainty of death and its stench that I crave
[00:54.90] And that makes me want more
[00:58.36] Not your sanctimonious affirmation
[01:00.91] Nor your cage of gold
[01:04.17] No
[01:05.17]
[01:11.62] Never saw the dignity in the act to submit or conform
[01:18.27] And even less so in the willful enforcement
[01:21.39] Of guilt and of norm
[01:25.10] Never been able to understand
[01:28.17] Your voluntary slavery
[01:32.31] The true rebels I have known
[01:35.03] They broke their chains, they lived and died free
[01:39.22]
[01:45.52] Constantly in the vicinity of death and demise
[01:48.71] Eternally in mutiny against Christ (Christ, Christ)
[01:53.08] In your world so white and right
[01:54.81] I'll be the wrong, I'll be the night
[01:56.65] Your shame, my pride
[01:59.95] Beyond illusion, beyond sex and race
[02:03.06] I bow before the leper's grace
[02:07.85]
[02:27.95] Beware, ye tender hearts
[02:29.78] Satanic force of darkness
[02:31.53] A tumor that festers in the godhead
[02:35.22] Wild and free, our work must be
[02:36.73] A cultivation of evil
[02:39.18] To sting, to twist and stir
[02:42.74] Blessed by the rabid curse
[02:47.20]
[02:59.51] Outcast, exiled and banished
[03:03.13] Deep in night forlorn
[03:06.34] Where demons chant
[03:09.48] At the leper's throne
[03:14.01]
[03:32.87] Rising from the slums of Sodom
[03:36.26] The rank stench of love gone vile
[03:39.10] Up into the halls of heaven
[03:42.83] Beware, ye clean, of the unclean
[03:49.78]
[03:53.48] In your world of peace and light
[03:55.26] We are the filth, we are the fight
[03:57.06] On these fields we are the scythe
[04:00.13] Now kiss the blisters upon the face
[04:03.25] Of rotting death, the leper's grace
[04:08.34]
[00:41.21] Pious manchild, so keen to grasp
[00:44.78] Why your path is not my path
[00:47.16] Or why you fear the things I adore
[00:50.52] But know it is the certainty of death and its stench that I crave
[00:54.90] And that makes me want more
[00:58.36] Not your sanctimonious affirmation
[01:00.91] Nor your cage of gold
[01:04.17] No
[01:05.17]
[01:11.62] Never saw the dignity in the act to submit or conform
[01:18.27] And even less so in the willful enforcement
[01:21.39] Of guilt and of norm
[01:25.10] Never been able to understand
[01:28.17] Your voluntary slavery
[01:32.31] The true rebels I have known
[01:35.03] They broke their chains, they lived and died free
[01:39.22]
[01:45.52] Constantly in the vicinity of death and demise
[01:48.71] Eternally in mutiny against Christ (Christ, Christ)
[01:53.08] In your world so white and right
[01:54.81] I'll be the wrong, I'll be the night
[01:56.65] Your shame, my pride
[01:59.95] Beyond illusion, beyond sex and race
[02:03.06] I bow before the leper's grace
[02:07.85]
[02:27.95] Beware, ye tender hearts
[02:29.78] Satanic force of darkness
[02:31.53] A tumor that festers in the godhead
[02:35.22] Wild and free, our work must be
[02:36.73] A cultivation of evil
[02:39.18] To sting, to twist and stir
[02:42.74] Blessed by the rabid curse
[02:47.20]
[02:59.51] Outcast, exiled and banished
[03:03.13] Deep in night forlorn
[03:06.34] Where demons chant
[03:09.48] At the leper's throne
[03:14.01]
[03:32.87] Rising from the slums of Sodom
[03:36.26] The rank stench of love gone vile
[03:39.10] Up into the halls of heaven
[03:42.83] Beware, ye clean, of the unclean
[03:49.78]
[03:53.48] In your world of peace and light
[03:55.26] We are the filth, we are the fight
[03:57.06] On these fields we are the scythe
[04:00.13] Now kiss the blisters upon the face
[04:03.25] Of rotting death, the leper's grace
[04:08.34]