Azrael jehova

Select language to translate this lyric

You use the dial like this,
pray for my pocket
pay me for my vices now
shitty preachers
waiting for your coin
or Visa or that of Barclays Bank.
Testicles of Jehovah satyr
plague of this fucked up society
in hope shielding itself
and illusion sucking
not even an immortal soul
asking for forgiveness
I think not You deserve to breathe
they take advantage of the helpless
laughing at you.

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS