Goblet Of Gore

As the madman we all know who writhed on a crucifix

I too have been sacrificed by death and her tricks

Pursue the grail to make a wish

And drink from the goblet of gore

Souls are but small giblets

Please death care for more?

In my anger ten more pills

Shall I gather seven hills?

Lock the horns into place

Call upon the human race

And I would pray:

Bitch which art in heaven above

Hallowed be thy name

Thy violence come, mayhem be done

On Earth as it has in Rome

Give us this day our daily gore

Forgive us for being poor

Cause maybe if we pay enough,

We can wield upon the whore!

I met an alter side of myself

He said I don't know all but I'm learning

I'm tired of quiet revolution

I feel a violent yearning

So gather your masses

Be masters of your fate

Be all that you sow

There is war in the shadows

I am the master of hate

Delivering the final blow!!!

We the people shall destroy!!!....

The whore, my lord, she shall not want

She eateth though I wield

She creates the bondage, we are sheep in her field

Her cup runneth over with my blood

And she wants more

Death, I am your filthy grail...

Your Goblet of Gore...

All that I sow

Of this horrorshow!