Black Baptism
LA LA LA Byes Beside the Burning Lake
Black Baptism
Watch your step
This land is unholy
Battered and chocked
Loved then raped
A cathedral stands now in its place
Baptizing with black water singing hymns to Satan himself
La.. La.. La. byes beside the burning lake
Sirens singing songs
Ambiance of a sanguine paradise
Too much for the eyes but still empty
Like a cave no light could light
Or a word no pen could write
The night so heavy it feels like
Grief
The dark so cold, the dark so cold
All alone, all alone
My coffin is my only home
My coffin is my only home
This resting place, I lay my bones
6ft deep 36 chromosomes
X and y upon the scale
Do I deserve heaven or hell
Who can say if God is gay
What the judgment will be on that day
Only the coffin, and only the grave
They alone have the final say.
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