Jesus Please Us (profane & profanity)

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« on: March 12, 2018, 03:04:37 AM »
My church is filled with merchandise
Purchase a piece of paradise
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Jesus Please Us

Jesus and joy
Are synonymous
He's not anonymous
He's God's boy
He sacrificed himself for us
Jesus died so we could fuck

I feel his presence permeate
As I penetrate this sacred meat
I scream his name in ecstasy
And know he's beside me
It's the holy trinity
Satan would rape us
But Jesus prevents this
He's guarding our anus
Our hearts and our gayness
Jesus would do more than I would
He's a little too kinky for his own good
Trying to crucify and circumcise
But all I want is a good time
And safety from Satan's lies
And a bud light with lime

He's the messiah
He aint no liah
He's only tryin
To save us from sin
Jesus just frees us
From our fetishes

I drank all his wine
And ate his crappy crackers
But I'm still hungry and sober
My faith is blind
I am fated for forever
But my life is over
If he's so great than where is he
I've got all day but he needs three

Jesus just sees us
As we are
Jesus believes us
And reads our hearts
Jesus is reason
He's off the charts
He's cool as christmas
Granting our wishes
For more wishes
Scratching our itches
And holding our bridges

He's the messiah
He aint no liah
He's only tryin
To save us from sin
Jesus just frees us
From our fetishes

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Heretic Heartache

God is greed I worship me
My kindom is all I can reach
Nothing's real until I see it
Or feel it under my feet
God is gone and I am left
The last and best
The greedy guest
My religion is a prison
Come in and confess a sin
Heads are heavy in heaven
Give up your regrets and sever
I'll help you forget forever
I will will away the weather
Let's make our mistakes together
I am losing faith fast
This waste will never last
I'm afraid to ask how long has passed
Praying to my own mask basking in its shadow
If I would lay it down I'd know
That it has always been hollow
This god's a fraud made of melted statues
And I am not about to catch you