Insaneology

Lyrics for Insaneology

Praise me, oh god, things I have done Raise the introspect, wars I have won Rise me, oh god, stand still the end Send in the solace one, wars never end My black magic creates tragic fates like back fractures upon magistrates That disagreed with what Necro advocates If you know thugs for 4 G's you could be coked up Involved in orgies on top of pentagrams soaked in goats' blood With innocent maidens, reciting rituals in a menacing cadence I'm blatantly a sadist, making me Satan's acquaintance My sepulchral corporals disobeyin' court rules, assaultin' bishops Burn 'em with liquid from the cauldron on the altar with chickens These verses are satanic like Salmon Rushdie Reading Talmud on embalming fluid next to Muhammad, the devil told him to do it Music made for thrashers and gay bashers We slay fascists, while I parlay puffin' LaVey's ashes You're enslaved to Mephisto's imprisonment Dick on Monroe's grave and christen it when I piss in it Blasphemous like Baphomet's tits, evil like African ticks Make the female sacrifice and suck theCapricorn's dick You got pulmonary edema You'll soon be buried like Gary Coleman's career, but your skull recovered by FEMA Attackin' the mental, walkin' backwards into temple Gold inverted pentacle, fang platinum dental Magically create tragedy internally Similiar to Merlin so your fragile anatomy burns in Hell Your permanent murder's a travesty Sincerely and personally I'm eternally HIM, his infernal majesty It comes to me I feel insane I write the book of corpse I feel the strain Killing it comes to me It's what I do to pray, to pray This shit's heavy, like the illustrations of Eliphas Lévi Should've left you forever celibate at your Briss with a machete Sick, demented women prance, centered in the pentagram Enter the pit, kill a divine being like Glen Benton's band Importing to Miami beach, no law in the streets I don't wait for the lord to preach, cause God is dead, according to Nietzsch' Shit on Christ while the beat rocks Blasting King Diamond during the Equinox, sacrificin' peacocks A black Bar Mitzvah, rabinical satanis A clinically sick cynical clique with banana clips and bandanas If your career was killin' for Satan and now you're locked up It's clear as day you were decieved like Ramirez I have no physical address, I just spiritua