|
BURN THE PRIEST LYRICS
"Demo" (1997 Demo)
1. Suffering Bastard
2. Preaching To The Converted
3. Ballad of Kansas City
4. Ruiner
5. Ode To Centipede
1. Suffering Bastard
Shorn of apocryphal pride
The locks falls predicting strife
Cranium exposed
Denial of aesthetic
Push it a little farther
All of this burnt to ashes
All of this torn to rags
I don’t know
What the fuck have I become?
Synapses snapping
Mortality decimated
Breakdown whiskey
Shifts hate into overdrive
Realizing
It’s murder, it’s Murder, it’s murder
Murder of self so clean
I don’t know
What the fuck have I become?
Hand reaches out
Desecrates impunity
Ripping away
Foundation’s identity
Replacing with shame
Transgression mythologized
Indiscretions immortalized
Anger inflamed with dry rot
Pushing towards severance
What a bloody mess
Visit dark sites unknown
Grief lands like a ton of bricks
All of this burnt to ash
All of this torn to rags…
2. Preaching To The Converted
{I'm gonna spit on you, I'm gonna curse the day you were born, and I'm sure while I'm standing there I'm gonna have to have other bodily functions lettin' go upon your grave}
The public wants
What the public gets
Lazarus
Himself
Wouldn’t rise
Decry relativity
What?
Damned petulant for seeing through
A Trojan horse full of zyklon
Judas’ coffers overflow
Teach them to kill
Teach them to kill
Teach them to kill
Teach them to kill
Global jihad for a thousand years
A thousand years
Sanctified our blood spills
Sutured with commodities
Iron fist in silken glove
Ripping away
Autonomy
Replacing with
A placebo
New world (dis)order is nothing new
Choking on poison air
Pouring whiskey
Into a crescent moon
Lacerations\
Time to bite the hand that...
In silken glove
Ripping away
Autonomy
Reality
Judas’ coffers will never heal
Judas’ coffers overflows
3. Ballad of Kansas City
I wonder what it's like to be you
Sitting there all alone
Alone, alone...
Maybe you are crying
Lonely and anxious
Give my love to my young
As you and the hose become one
Sucking out my seed, my soul
Ripping it right out of you
It shoots past you
The deed is done.
You and I are still as one
One...
I don't resent you
The bond is still strong
I cry now
Fathom the union
The work shall be done
I still have my sanity
Solid as stone
And I admire you
I
Admire you...
4. Ruiner
How light could be
Our darkest hour?
None will be left
When they
Come to collect the blood debts
All accounts will be dry
Binary vessel
Full of nothing but dust
A vicious lust for control
Has turned us into pawns
For the faceless kings
Sheds rivers of blood
Turned the color of thier lucre greed
Fiscal commandments impel and
We obey
Obey…
Obey…
Will obey…
The fury of the sun
Has passed into
The hands of men
Whose hands
Were already too fucking full
Of abused strength and anger
Of abuse and power
Bio-economics
Killing again and again
5. Ode To Centipede
|
|
