Dead Virgins Don't Sing - Dog Fashion Disco

Eat, for this is my body

Raise your glass and toast

For this is my blood

I am the pathway

Follow me downward

Into the void

I am the face of your fear

Salvation is only through me

Look what we have done

With our soul open wide

Look what we have done

With our soul open wide

Black hail meteors

Descend worlds

Angels drop from the firmaments

Slave to the turbulent flesh of cold dark eyes

The eye which turns and resists

Anyone within the sound of my voice

Listen to my every word

This is indeed a threat

I will not tolerate anything

But than your complete and utter devotion to me

I need to know, that if nessacary you will die for me

Now tell me, will you die for me, will you die for me

My guidence doesn’t come at a cheap price

And my words shouldn’t be taken lightly

I am the air you take into your lungs

And the reality of your existance

And for those of you who stray

You will be hunted down like dogs

Those who obey my paradise

In a place we can all call home

In a place we can all some day die in