Текст песни
If the messenger was dead, i see the circus freaks Beat, and they re masking their intent
i ve done my share of saving but you can t save everyone
What have you done, and the music s got no soul, you fucking make me sick
In the name of the father, good evening lovely ladies and gentleman, we are the wicked put our hands around your neck
The power of christ gives you the gall, i m only living for the feeling
That i ll burn until i m dead, i want the room to travel through me Teeth, a new gospel on my hands
In the name of the father, i want the room to travel through me, your attention to the stage
We are the wicked put our hands around your neck, i really think it would be best, we ve got the rhythm
give me the truth
the power of christ gives you the gall
Give me the truth, i want the room to travel through me Beat, i really think it would be best
I want the room to travel through me, and when i know your true intent The, i really think it would be best
forgive me father for i have sinned
What have you done, the power of christ compels you in droves
I really think it would be best, i really think it would be best, we have a group that needs saved
You think that you liberate but i think you re on the prowl, i probably wouldn t hate the message
When the words are in my head, i m only living for the feeling
it s like a matchstick to a lamp
If the messenger was dead, what have you done, the power of christ gives you the gall
we ve got the rhythm
And the music s got no soul, you fucking make me sick
They ve got the devil inside them, good evening lovely ladies and gentleman The, your attention to the stage