Pagan Poetry Lyrics

Flying through the city in the middle of the night, so I do a little dance in the pale moon light I don't even think they put the nails in right Tell me why they want to see me sacrifice

Flying through the city in the middle of the night, so I do a little dance in the pale moon light I don't even think they really put the nails in right Tell me why they want to see me crucified

Why they forsaken me I am the bringer of truth Fire inside of the booth Deniers don't acquire proof Lighting that's striking the roof, and the seed that is bleeding the root Conquer divide I got some shadows inside of your tribe Think what you will in your mind but try to keep my name inside or your words might just eat you alive

Most of them claiming they need you Til they hang you up inside the cathedral They're drinking my blood and now eating my flesh and then breaking the bread that I made in the west

We have created a network of gods Your visions appear often as a mirage, a lot of false prophets in your entourage You all underestimate the power of a motha fuckin song!

Flying through the city in the middle of the night, so I do a little dance in the pale moon light I don't even think they put the nails in right Tell me why they want to see me sacrifice

Flying through the city in the middle of the night, so I do a little dance in the pale moon light I don't even think they really put the nails in right Tell me why they want to see me crucified

Flying through the city in the middle of the night, so I do a little dance in the pale moon light I don't even think they put the nails in right Tell me why they want to see me sacrifice

Flying through the city in the middle of the night, so I do a little dance in the pale moon light I don't even think they really put the nails in right Tell me why they want to see me crucified

Bless all my sermons and curse the serpents that leave a trail of venom for the vermin I still see vultures perched up and lurking Got to keep searching for the soul purpose

These verses forged in a furnace and judged by the scum that's in the churches and if I die tonight not doing what I love I promise it will never be worth it

How could I live without my own cause How did they keep me blind for this long and how did I survive most of these odds while I write my psalms right upon my palms

I'm more than a man in the alley of sin but I am a god in the valley of the kings and you got to cut the puppet masters strings and the day that I grow my wings I will be

Flying through the city in the middle of the night, so I do a little dance in the pale moon light I don't even think they put the nails in right Tell me why they want to see me sacrifice

Flying through the city in the middle of the night, so I do a little dance in the pale moon light I don't even think they really put the nails in right Tell me why they want to see me crucified