Feeling the march of the fury unleashed. Impaling the soldiers of God. Smell of sulfur hot on the wind. Left by the goatriders horde. . The thundering roar of the cloven hoof.
Is this a hold-up?. Is this a hold-up?. Is this a hold-up?. Is this a hold-up?. . We're staging hold-ups, mind your throat. He'll strip your will like cancer.
Sonic boom. . You'll suck the birth of me. And my translucent enemies. I'd lose my legs for you. I'd raise my fist for you. . Ten times the might of fashion.
Yeah, it's dynamite. The way he takes his life. And then you jump in. With your qicked croquet heart. . And then you fill yourself with cancer. As he burns at your feet.
It's how I love the feeling. Of sex and desperation. Lose the pace, jam the legs. Panoramic lip gestation. . That mutilation reeks of sex. Take that hemorrhage to my temple.
When that bile burns your teeth. You'll know you really are in love. Hey baby, it's just the acid with the lethal tongue-kiss. That gears you off completely.
Prophecy is gonna rock the heretics. Was it memory black-out or was it. Hopeful visions of your head. Relieving your shoulders of burden?. . Prophecy is gonna rock the heretics.