The Doomed Lyrics - A Perfect Circle

Behold the new Christ 

Behold the same old horde 

Gather at the altaring 

New beginning, new word 

And the word was death 

And the word was without light 

The new beatitude: 

Good luck, you're on your own 

Blessed are the fornicates 

May we bend down to be their whores 

Blessed are the rich 

May we labour, deliver them more 

Blessed are the envious 

Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain 

Blessed are the gluttonous 

May they feast us to famine and war 

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What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful? 

What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful? 

All doomed 

All doomed 

Behold the new Christ 

Behold the same old horde 

Gather at the altaring 

New beginning, new word 

And the word was death 

And the word was without light 

The new beatitude: 

Good luck... 

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful? 

What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful? 

What of the righteous? 

What of the charitable? 

What of the truthful, the dutiful, the decent? 

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Doomed are the poor 

Doomed are the peaceful 

Doomed are the meek 

Doomed are the merciful 

For the word is now death 

And the word is now without light 

The new beatitude: 

Fuck the doomed, you're on your own