Lyrics Municipal Waste

Municipal Waste

Jesus Freaks

Confidently greeting

Me at my front door, but something seems freaky

I glance on with intrigue

Curiosity building in what they believe

They pass on their info

I play like I'm hooked

I attend their sermons

I purchased their books

I play all their games I need to get inside

Because I know this church has got something to hide

Time passes quickly

Things growing stranger the more that they trust me

Stumbled onto something

But not really sure it's what I want to see

This investigation once thought as my prank

Is uncovering some unspeakable things

I need to share this but who will believe

They'll come to kill me the second I leave

They're not human, they're possessed

The more I'm learning the sicker it gets

Those who seek their secrets are hunted for fun

Not blood into wine they turn wine into blood!

Jesus freaks

Come to your end

Jesus freaks

Pray for death

I think they're on to me

Their attitudes changing

And the doors are closing

Congregations circling

And the preacher now is just insanely smiling

I'm pushed toward the back room

And through a trap door

Surrounded by corpses that litter the floor

There's no way out and nowhere to run

No way I'm leaving this room with my blood

Say I'm nosey

It can't be so

Some things are better just being unknown

I'll pay for this lesson when my veins are drained

A blood-sucking cult led by the deranged

Jesus freaks

Come to your end

Jesus freaks

Pray for death