Pagan Poetry

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