Burn The Priest - Preaching To The Converted Lyrics

Burn The Priest Lyrics

"Preaching To The Converted"

The public wants
What the public gets

Lazarus
Himself
Wouldn't rise
Decry relativity (What?!)
Damned petulant for seeing through
A Trojan horse full of zyklon
Judas' coffers overflow

Teach them to kill
Teach them to kill
Teach them to kill
Teach them to kill

Global Jihad
For a thousand years
Sanctified
Our blood spill
Sutured with
Commodities
Iron fist in silken

Ripping away
Autonomy
Replacing with
A placebo

New world disorder is nothing new
Choking on poison air, pouring whiskey into
A crescent moon laceration
Time to bite the hand that
A silken glove
Ripping away
Autonomy
Reality

Realize the wounds
Will never heal while
Judas' coffers overflow

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album: "Burn The Priest" (1999)

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Chronic Auditory Hallucination

Suffering Bastard

Buckeye

Lame

Preaching To The Converted

Departure Hymn

Dwayne

Ruiner

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