Devils In The Details ft. Saliva Grey Lyrics

M A R G Phelps fuck yourself

Getting lost in the scripture

Put the book on the shelf

Suck the tip of your God

G O D ram rod

Righteous wealth

Something else

Heathens spell

You kill

Let's chill

I would rather go to hell

Your loss

Demons cross

Your philosophy is a flaw

You're exploiting the law

Cut your heart out

Eat it raw

Burn it down

Burroughs Hill

Dot the I's

Sign your will

Hell is calling

Feel the chill

Freezing over

Blood spills

Yeah

Devils all the time

The righteous ones are fucking blind

Turnin' up their nose to the sky

Cloud breaks reveal false lights

Signs in the air filled with hate

Six six six graves written for the date

All us sinners not afraid

You point your fingers

Curse your people

What a shame

Cast the misfits

Line up to the steeple

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray thee lord my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray thee lord my soul to take

Tragedy lies in a holy place

Venom sinks deep with the fangs of a beast

Serpents underneath the hoods of who you call a father

My family you worship an unholy priest

Grippin' yo preacher know he ain't no leader

Don't follow don't need em I pray that you fall on the beacon

No reasoning for you believing in any religion I'm livid I kill I pillage ya faith

Where the realization that they washing all yo mother fuckin' brains?

Blood to the vein

Sipping and ya wine no time yo life done gone astray

Slipping away

Gripping yo face

Feeding the maggots yo carcass in place

Grey turn you grey

Straight in the flame

Hop off the pulpit you falling today

Live for ya father?

So that's yo master?

Preaching the gospel that sound like some cancer

Think that you matter?

Climb on a latter

Just to fall off and repeat the whole cycle

Yeah there ain't no answer

Worshipping demon motherfuckers

Put it on a sign that reads

Hell please welcome us

The time is right now and we'll burn together

All of this talk don't feed my hunger

We'll rise and you'll watch us conquer

Bigot fuck

You're shit out luck

I promised the souls of the wicked

The blood of such

Filled with the lust

You'll crumble

Your god don't exist

He's feeble

Right to love and let live is on the line

Because of you fucking people

All of the time you spend spewing out hate

Spend a little more time with your kids

Cause they feeling the same as us

Motherfucker your cause is lost

Now face the Judge