The End of the Vatican - Killus

Do you not see you are nothing?

A self fashioned torture device

Flagellating your decaying mind?

Take a tab and fondle, now stab

Pray to your god you’re already dead

Imagine cadavers giving you head

As you rot into the ground below

I come from above

To send you to hell!

You will cry my name

You will scream my praise

I sit up on high

And watch as you pray

For a better world

Leper hearts so demanding

We are breaking down to dust

Hands bound, we count down the days

We count down the days screaming out lust

Four, three, two, one

Four, three, two, one

Hypocrites, you are by far the worst

Your existence is offensive and you will be forever cursed

You will cry my name

You will scream my praise

I sit up on high

And watch as you pray

For a better world

You act like you have the answers

But you really have none

You make a grand entrance on vatican

But like a coward you run

You will cry my name

You will scream my praise

I sit up on high

And watch as you pray

For a better world

You will cry my name

You will scream my praise

I sit up on high

And watch as you pray

For a better world