Jesus Fucks Your Mom
Ballak-shush folk music, arrakian folk music. Chiptunes , jazz, edm, violin
Jesus Fucks Your Mom
Ballak-shush folk music, arrakian folk music. Chiptunes , jazz, edm, violin
Lyrics
For the record, I don't tell people what to believe, but he came to tell me !! And kept pushing his version of Jesus onto me, whichever that might be.
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Heavy, distorted guitar riff kicks in - think industrial rock like Nine Inch Nails or early Marilyn Manson
(Verse 1)
You came to my comment section, pushing all your holy shit
All your religious drivel,
You talk about your legions, your prayers across the screen
But I don't care which demon you worship
You're not promoting kindness, you're not some loving friend
You're just another empty voice I'm waiting for to end.
(Chorus)
And you pray to a false god, you do it out of fear
You're pathetic, and that's the only truth that's clear
I have more spiritual guidance than you will ever know
You're bowing down to tyrants, you help the shitshow grow
So keep your fake salvation and your condescending tone
My spirit's stronger than your simp brain will ever own.
(Verse 2)
You think you know what love is? This weird affair with Christ?
Keep me out of your group sex, I don't need that advice
Masturbating to his image, you think that makes you pure?
You need a real relationship, something you can't endure
Your talk of eggplant casserole is just some twisted prize
For being his good little simp with vacant, worshipping eyes.
(Chorus)
And you pray to a false god, you do it out of fear
You're pathetic, and that's the only truth that's clear
I have more spiritual guidance than you will ever know
You're bowing down to tyrants, you help the shitshow grow
So keep your fake salvation and your condescending tone
My spirit's stronger than your simp brain will ever own.
(Bridge)
You've got your head so far up the darkness of your bumhole
You're too brainwashed to understand, you've given up control
Think about it, moron, it's a simple, evil plan
Only demons demand worship from a broken, frightened man
That isn't love, it's coercion, it's just worship under threat
You lick his balls, you pathetic little pet.
(Outro - spoken with cold disgust over the fading beat)
Your polite cock sucker dialogue?
No thanks.
Worship your imaginary demon prince...
Elsewhere.
Sound of a distorted dial-up modem, which then cuts to abrupt silence