Cult of the Lamb

Yeah, yah-ha, yah-ha, gahh
Yeah, yeah, toriyaaaa !
Fallen gods
Cant be bothered, here’s a life of decay
Dissembler, your chance is running thin
(Yeah, yeah)
Get the fuck up (Get the fuck up)
Wake the fuck up (Wake the fuck up)
(Yeah, yeah)
Get the fuck up (Get the fuck up)
Wake the fuck up (bitch)
B-b-b-bueghh

Pull up to my city you get defaced
You filthy peons don’t deserve a rich soul
Rather give up then give in to your true temptation 
Rehearsal of your death awaits you
Pull up to my city you get defaced
You filthy peons don’t deserve a rich soul
Rather give up then give in to your true temptation 
Rehearsal of your death awaits you

Another faker in my vicinity 
I don’t wanna hear shit do not speak of me
Go and follow your god of a lesser known entity
When you die you’ll suffer eternally
I hear the sounds of you begging crying wishing 
On your knees, for a fate, full of grace, with no pain 
It’s too late (late)

Get the fuck up (Get the fuck up)
Wake the fuck up (Wake the fuck up)
(Yeah, yeah)
Get the fuck up (Get the fuck up)
Wake the fuck up (bitch)

Perish then I’ll send your soul, straight to Gahanna
Divide from us you won’t be one of
The one who waits applauding to, your execution
Your a pawn for me to reaching godhood
Pull up to my city you get defaced
You filthy peons don’t deserve a rich soul
Rather give up then give in to your true temptation 
Rehearsal of your death awaits you
You failures do nothing but defy 
The beings giving power to you motherfuckers
False devotion

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