It makes you look bad With your head in a bag Dear God, you look so f**ing sad Embrace the reborn Your belligerent die among your Rabid core Ignorant, they can't play They will indoctrinate The fetus in your name They're scared to d**h of your game A modern divide with your Leap of faith I need to, need to I need to own you To know I want you I need to offer You another Jealous lover I'm glad they'll be saved While I sink where I stand Their faith shall be restored In a valley of fire in his Daddy's war Your cries that won't make Me hold salvation for The fetus in your name I need to, need to I need to own you To know I want you I need to offer You another Jealous lover I hope the heads of all your children Are used for the pleasures of pagan gods I need to, need to I need to own you To know I want you I need to offer You another Jealous lover It makes you look bad With your head in a bag Oh dear God, you look so f**ing sad I hope the heads of all your children Are used for the pleasures of pagan gods Pagan gods, pagan gods, of pagan gods