Beheading The Pagan Christ Songtext
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I'm the oxymoron
I'm the fucking blacksheep
I'm the new breed
The reason you've been losing sleep
Brood of vipers
Pagan Christ
Your pagan Christ
Will not suffice
I'm the fucking blacksheep
I'm the new breed
The reason you've been losing sleep
Brood of vipers
Pagan Christ
Your pagan Christ
Will not suffice
Will not suffice
Pagan Christ.
Your pagan Christ
Will not suffice
Will not suffice
You're the cadaver with a sunday morning suit and tie
The one that lives life like you've already died
And you've got this dead weight message that you always preach
The one that takes them to the fields just to slaughter the sheep
Prepare yourself
We've come to discern
Brace yourself
This is war
We've come to settle the score
Brace yourself
This is war We've come to settle the score...
You will feel the wrath of our Lord
Pagan Christ.
Your pagan Christ
Will not suffice
Will not suffice
You're the cadaver with a sunday morning suit and tie
The one that lives life like you've already died
And you've got this dead weight message that you always preach
The one that takes them to the fields just to slaughter the sheep
Prepare yourself
We've come to discern
Brace yourself
This is war
We've come to settle the score
Brace yourself
This is war We've come to settle the score...
You will feel the wrath of our Lord
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