"Pray" lyrics
Yeah, you better pray to God (Pray to God, pray to God)
That I get what I want (What I want, what I want)
Yeah, the rapture has begun
Don't you wanna fall to your knees
Make you say pretty please?
I'm a motherfucking God
Bow your fucking head
I need you to kiss the ground
Thorns on my head I think
I look better in a crown
I'll give you time to repent when you're dead
I'll bury you
Face down
Mania
Hysteria
Could you believe it, it's a miracle
Sanctified
Demonised, I'm not sound of mind
I swear to God I'd never let you into paradise
Yeah, you better pray to God (Pray to God, pray to God)
That I get what I want (What I want, what I want)
Yeah, the rapture has begun
Don't you wanna fall to your knees
Make you say pretty please?
Baby I could be your God
Everything you'd ever want (What I want, what I want)
But you don't deserve my love
I don't have to make you believe just keep praying to me
They've been mistaking it as elegance
God only knows I'm reeking of malevolence (Malevolence)
Send me to heaven for the hell of it
So cut the lamb at the throat
And rid me of my innocence
Holy water steams upon the silver cross hung upside down
I think I'm losing it
I think I'm losing it
(Josanna in the highest)
Yeah, you better pray to God (Pray to God, pray to God)
That I get what I want (What I want, what I want)
Yeah, the rapture has begun
Don't you wanna fall to your knees
Make you say pretty please?
Baby I could be your God
Everything you'd ever want (What I want, what I want)
But you don't deserve my love
I don't have to make you believe just keep praying to me
Losing my, I'm L-losing my faith (I'm losing my mind)
Hysteria, I fear that you're familiar
Fingernails full of dirt
And when you fell up from above
I hope it fucking hurt
Like tearing wings off from a dove
I'll plague you with a curse
Like flowers rotting in the mud
I'll put you in the earth
Say your prayers in reverse
I'll scratch your name into the wood
That sits inside the hearse
Forgive me Mara
You're about to count the fucking worms
And in the ground I'll find out where you got the fucking nerve
Mmm mm, eat the dirt
Eat the fucking dirt
Yeah, you better pray to God
That I get what I want
Taste my body and my blood
I don't have to make you believe just keep praying to me
That I get what I want (What I want, what I want)
Yeah, the rapture has begun
Don't you wanna fall to your knees
Make you say pretty please?
I'm a motherfucking God
Bow your fucking head
I need you to kiss the ground
Thorns on my head I think
I look better in a crown
I'll give you time to repent when you're dead
I'll bury you
Face down
Mania
Hysteria
Could you believe it, it's a miracle
Sanctified
Demonised, I'm not sound of mind
I swear to God I'd never let you into paradise
Yeah, you better pray to God (Pray to God, pray to God)
That I get what I want (What I want, what I want)
Yeah, the rapture has begun
Don't you wanna fall to your knees
Make you say pretty please?
Baby I could be your God
Everything you'd ever want (What I want, what I want)
But you don't deserve my love
I don't have to make you believe just keep praying to me
They've been mistaking it as elegance
God only knows I'm reeking of malevolence (Malevolence)
Send me to heaven for the hell of it
So cut the lamb at the throat
And rid me of my innocence
Holy water steams upon the silver cross hung upside down
I think I'm losing it
I think I'm losing it
(Josanna in the highest)
Yeah, you better pray to God (Pray to God, pray to God)
That I get what I want (What I want, what I want)
Yeah, the rapture has begun
Don't you wanna fall to your knees
Make you say pretty please?
Baby I could be your God
Everything you'd ever want (What I want, what I want)
But you don't deserve my love
I don't have to make you believe just keep praying to me
Losing my, I'm L-losing my faith (I'm losing my mind)
Hysteria, I fear that you're familiar
Fingernails full of dirt
And when you fell up from above
I hope it fucking hurt
Like tearing wings off from a dove
I'll plague you with a curse
Like flowers rotting in the mud
I'll put you in the earth
Say your prayers in reverse
I'll scratch your name into the wood
That sits inside the hearse
Forgive me Mara
You're about to count the fucking worms
And in the ground I'll find out where you got the fucking nerve
Mmm mm, eat the dirt
Eat the fucking dirt
Yeah, you better pray to God
That I get what I want
Taste my body and my blood
I don't have to make you believe just keep praying to me
Writer(s): Vincent Ernst, Winckel Yvonne Elizabeth
