Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina! A ghost is screaming your name Out of the flames A piece of brain in my hair The wheels are melting Tina! Tina! Bleeding all around Liquid metal through my veins The radio's burning

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

We started looking for you In the darker caves We had a lot of love We thought would light the way We saw the wrecks of buildings And ships that sank in starlight We saw the ghosts of angels That spoke of falls from tremendous heights

Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead Better run, here we come Go on, hold me close So long to the ones you know We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my head stream I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of

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

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

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

I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks There but for the grace of God go I And I love you so much, I'm gonna let you I'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me I'm not calling you a

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

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