This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar bed On this night of ritual Invoking our master To procreate the unholy bastard Tonight we're summoned for a divine cause Remembrance, no But for their future loss

This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices from the altar bed To procreate the unholy bastard Tonight we're summoned for a divine cause Remembrance, no But for their future loss Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar Beduins and nomads

Who is the crowd that peers through the cage, As we perform here upon the stage? Tell me a lie in a beautiful way I believe in answers just not today So I arrived, naked and cold A welcomed change from the abeyance of a ghost town catacomb No need for

His body and blood Sharing in common Serving Messiah ooh Serving Messiah Receive, consume This grave hill stinks of death A reek from the ground Catches whiff of the hound

Out of this mess When you're forgiven but you can't forget Feels like you're drowning but you still got breath And we've been tryna lay this ghost to rest What's done is done Oh but there ain't no getting out of this mess No there ain't no getting out

The day I die, the day I die Where will we be? I don't need you, I don't need you Besides I barely ever see you anymore And when I do it feels like you're only halfway there Young mothers love me even ghosts of Girlfriends call from Cleveland They will

A skyline's severance Cleave from creation's hands To break free From the ghost of me I burn it down A past life to the ground So much to feel alive To feel the tide

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most

Don't mess with the missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man A missionary man Well I was born an original sinner I was born from original sin And if I had a dollar bill For all the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money Piled up to my chin

Welcome to the breakdown Welcome to the end of the road Like a ghost haunts from beyond the grave This is a breakdown And we've got nowhere else to go We'll be standing here holding our ground, come what may We've got nowhere else to go All hail, the