The Lord Is My Weapon Testo

eternal salvation suffers from inflation

say what you need to, save your soul
but don't fuck with me,
i'm losin' control
i'm so tired of this, so sick of you
my tongue is battered and bruised from all these attitudes

teach me the magik of your sacred poems
conjuring a voice of signs and omens
prophecies got debris
the syllables and symbols breed
and as we climb, divine
to sacrifice our wounded minds
this awkward chance to seek, insanity
i can't save you, cause i hate me

the lord is my weapon
and i still shoot pawns
womyn is the devil
your god is a fraud
everyone you knew
everything you've ever done
suffer for your freedom
rise and overcome
the lord is my weapon
and i still shoot pawns
womyn is the devil
your god is a fraud
everyone you knew
everything you've ever done
suffer for your freedom
rise and overcome

say what you need to save your soul
but leave your religion at the door
smokin all of Krysna's weed
i'm sick of these weak anarchys
you see me as a place to make a bruise
but in my reality i'm a slave of the muse
fuck these hypocrites, and together will fight
tyrannies of squares, Squiggles unite!

the lord is my weapon
and i still shoot pawns
womyn is the devil
your god is a fraud
everyone you knew
everything you've ever done
suffer for your freedom
rise and overcome

all you sinners
blasphemers
burn in the pit
burn
burn
burn
the lord is my weapon
and i still shoot pawns
womyn is the devil
your god is a fraud
everyone you knew
everything you've ever done
suffer for your freedom
rise and overcome

save me
save me
save me
save me
save me
save me
save me