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Good evening lovely ladies and gentleman!
Your attention to the stage
We have a group that needs saved
Youâve got to see it to believe it!
I see the circus freaks
Theyâre record is on repeat, and theyâre masking their intent
Theyâve got the devil inside them
And the musicâs got no soul!
The power of Christ compels you in droves
You think that you liberate but I think youâre on the prowl
The power of Christ gives you the gall
What gives you the impression that we needed saved at all?
When the words are in my head
Itâs like a matchstick to a lamp
That Iâll burn until Iâm dead
Iâm only living for the feeling
And when I know your true intent
You fucking make me sick
In the name of the father, what have you done?
I smell a moneymaker on the edge of the devilâs tongue
In the name of the father, what have you done?
Iâve done my share of saving but you canât save everyone
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But you bet your ass that this is my last confession
Give me the truth
At least I know Iâm blessed
I really think it would be best
If the messenger was dead
I probably wouldnât hate the message
A new gospel on my hands
Everybody say it
âWe are the wicked put our hands around your neck
Weâve got the rhythm
Let the music make us dance until weâre dead.â
On the count of 3
I want the room to travel through me
1. 2. 3â¦.