With an onslaught of rhetoric
you have upheld the teaching of your church
The shame of native religion
and a desecration of the saints
As ideology became coupled with modernity,
the gluttony of kings and queens were subsequently sent,
in a Roman perversion of wickedness, immorality and ever-lasting lust
For the power of the rich man came crashing upon their heads
as the clerics and the laity intended to leave their scab and wound
So the immaculate cross left scars as it was burned into innocent, incestuous minds,
not knowing their transgressions they once lived a life that was wild, vigorous and free
But not long thereafter many of the indigenous people became zealots
perpetrating the sins of the Occident in a series of scenes that would make your grainy hairs stand upward upon infinite end
Of course hatred can be a lethal subject and its most pernicious form directed at the ordinary undeveloped self
But they were master's of the law inculcating the scandalous concept of heinous, unforgiving sin; the priesthood began to profit as their status became enshrined in the nobility of their own saintliness and philanthropic fraud
Men and women were treated as tiddly tots and their simplicity and lack of sophistication became well-known; the parson provides his tirades, the vicar, preacher and chaplain add to their abominable ever-increasing claims
Yet tyranny has its limit and there is only so much that can be sent from me to you
Allow the serpents to run amuck in murderous behavior, they have been forced to fly with the savages in a spectral, mackerel chant
As messengers have been known to display their tinctured spirit it is high time
that we bungle in the jungle among the cavernous flute that often fails to cheat and rhyme; So let it be here that we extract our alcohol solvent,
a heraldic metal, color or fur, for the first drink can be a funny one so there may still
be a way to make it purr
Take back the elements and leave them close to your chemistry set
The chess board has been given to the spoon and I am immune
to the Christmas tree bet
Let them be found in a sacred forest off his rocker in an alchemy jar
somewhere near the Rhine
If you don't believe me let me say Bim Skala Bim! Ring the bell, pretend to be happy and always know what's in
you have upheld the teaching of your church
The shame of native religion
and a desecration of the saints
As ideology became coupled with modernity,
the gluttony of kings and queens were subsequently sent,
in a Roman perversion of wickedness, immorality and ever-lasting lust
For the power of the rich man came crashing upon their heads
as the clerics and the laity intended to leave their scab and wound
So the immaculate cross left scars as it was burned into innocent, incestuous minds,
not knowing their transgressions they once lived a life that was wild, vigorous and free
But not long thereafter many of the indigenous people became zealots
perpetrating the sins of the Occident in a series of scenes that would make your grainy hairs stand upward upon infinite end
Of course hatred can be a lethal subject and its most pernicious form directed at the ordinary undeveloped self
But they were master's of the law inculcating the scandalous concept of heinous, unforgiving sin; the priesthood began to profit as their status became enshrined in the nobility of their own saintliness and philanthropic fraud
Men and women were treated as tiddly tots and their simplicity and lack of sophistication became well-known; the parson provides his tirades, the vicar, preacher and chaplain add to their abominable ever-increasing claims
Yet tyranny has its limit and there is only so much that can be sent from me to you
Allow the serpents to run amuck in murderous behavior, they have been forced to fly with the savages in a spectral, mackerel chant
As messengers have been known to display their tinctured spirit it is high time
that we bungle in the jungle among the cavernous flute that often fails to cheat and rhyme; So let it be here that we extract our alcohol solvent,
a heraldic metal, color or fur, for the first drink can be a funny one so there may still
be a way to make it purr
Take back the elements and leave them close to your chemistry set
The chess board has been given to the spoon and I am immune
to the Christmas tree bet
Let them be found in a sacred forest off his rocker in an alchemy jar
somewhere near the Rhine
If you don't believe me let me say Bim Skala Bim! Ring the bell, pretend to be happy and always know what's in
