Blasphemy - Treko

Evils procreation within the domains of Christ Fornication a sacrilege to the rules of lies These sexual blasphemies malign Jesus grace We copulate... for Satan's praise Crucifixes are penetrated into the whores cunts- Ecstatic satisfaction is unleashed in gruesome grunts And so we raise the goathead upon the altar And perform obscene rituals as an avatar On this night, in this hour we call upon the ancient power Now swallow his demons semen stream, from the realms where Satan reigns supreme Blasphemous intercourse in the chair of benediction Inferiors are swallowing Satan's demons cold cum The priests are forced to kiss the goat posterior Unholy blasphemies, Satan thou art superior! On this night, in this hour we call upon the ancient power Now swallow his demons semen stream, from the realms where Satan reigns supreme Evils procreation within the domains of Christ Fornication a sacrilege to the rules of lies These sexual blasphemies malign Jesus grace We copulate... for Satan's praise

The Egyptians built their pyramids, The Romans did what they did, Now everything's come down to this, It's just you and I our kid, We could send a million to the Moon, But why can't I get on with you? The cellophane around my mouth Stops the anger seeping out Our deaf and dumb dinners, Gravy in the mud, No singles just fillers, Sometimes I wish I could, but... I can't behave I know it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately Internally, don't turn to me, Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon You could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the great depression? Was it a blast for you? 'Cause it's blasphemy Words cut like a knife through vaseline You can't really mean what you mean When you say what you say Tourettes make them come out that way. "Wish I was here", well I wish you weren't Your gift of anger's better burnt If nothing's said, and nothing's learnt, I thought I wasn't but I'm really hurting Our deaf and dumb dinners, There's gravy in the mud and... I can't behave No it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately Internally, don't turn to me, Bite my tongue, the torrid weapon I could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the great depression? Was it a blast for you? Blasphemy Our great adventure, Christmas in the snow, Senile dementia maybe, What way to go I can't behave I know it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately Internally, so turn to me, Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson Ain't it great this great depression? It's not a blast for me It's blasphemy

Oh, I believe in something else, There's no name for it in spite of men more clever than I. Wistful men of scripture wander the earth, 'Cause of their faith they're born to die, Or else are not pious. Seems a long time just to be waiting to live my life I say... It's so much better each time. I feel like I could die. Oh, I feel like everything's fine, lord. It only happens of course, When I run onto their swords. I'm never knowing quite why, but I Oh I believe in something else. Oh, I believe in science being a window, We look out of but never back inside. Oh and I believe that weeks and streets cheat the feet, Of anyone that tries to run beside, but never you mind. Falling behind is where I found the best of life I say... It's so much better each time. I feel like I could die. Oh, I feel like everything's fine. Oh lord. It only happens of course, When I run onto their swords, I'm never knowing quite why, but I. Oh, I believe in something else. (Watch me now) Oh children of a different design all march to different drums, But they're all marching in time. That's a funny coincidence; that's funny don't you think that they'd realise? Oh well, well and masses singing songs for a child, But the melodies wild, and they're all out of time. Some who sing, well they hardly start, They sing with half a heart and in doing so they lie. Ohh oh but I'm not the one to decide, whose pulling the wool over your eyes; 'Cause I've only lived behind my own eyes, And if I told you different it'd just be a lie. I say Each man believes it's his right, To show the others the light. But a minds' limit's a life, oh lord. Each in each others exile, And guiltier than those they try. Oh it's no small wonder that I, yes I Oh I believe in something else.

You got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul It's blasphemy, but the words don't make sense no more What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured So don't try and tell me that you still believe, no, don't preach to me Ask no questions and you'll get no lies Turn the cheek and blind the eye Let it go Bend the knee and give away your life Bite your tongue and close your mind Never know 'Cause you got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul It's blasphemy, but the words don't make sense no more What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured So don't try and tell me that you still believe, no, don't preach to me You're not blessed, you're cursed And it's getting worse now It makes no sense, but it must be right The blood and sweat you sacrificed Was it all for nothing? 'Cause we've found no sign and we've seen no light We hear no voice when we pray at night But we swore, and now it's too late to turn back You're not blessed, you're cursed And it's getting worse now You got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul It's blasphemy, but the words don't make sense no more What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured So don't try and tell me that you still believe, no, don't preach to me No, don't preach to me Don't preach me (you're not blessed, you're cursed) No, don't preach me (and it's getting worse now) It's blasphemy