He's a Sensation Lyrics


Resistance. Existence offensive.

Sight of your cross reprehensive.

 Curse of God.

Gods name in your veins, fill me with disdain.

Your words don't pertain to my life.

Burning, the first sensation.

Spread until your last temptation.

Confess in pain, echoes down the drain.

Your wounds forever weeping.

Turpentine can't remove the menstrual blood

left behind from fruitless wombs.

Faith consumed, I defecate into your collection plate.

Rape your first born, Congregation is bred for porn.

Prince charming, disarm the world.

Flawless abs and neatly manicured, Rise to power.

A-List prophet.

Blessed, he bleeds cum on the red carpet.

Slathered savior, sauce of your choice, Scrotum sacrament.

Celebrate incontinence, rejoice.

Now, recite the vice verses.

Anoint the blemishes.

Wet up the chosen followers to house the sanctity of God.

Scream in your orifice.

Fermented echoes reverberate, tenderize your ribs.

Mortal man does hateful things caring not what pain he brings.

Tyranny unjustified.

When you see him on the street, know he won't make life complete.

But crucified, he's a sensation.