3od, Saliva Grey - Devils In The Details Lyrics

M A R G Phelps fuck yourself
Getting lost in the scripture
Put the book on the shelf
Suck the tip of your God
G O D ram rod
Righteous wealth
Something else
Heathens spell
You kill
Let's chill
I would rather go to hell
Your loss
Demons cross
Your philosophy is a flaw
You're exploiting the law
Cut your heart out
Eat it raw
Burn it down
Burroughs Hill
Dot the I's
Sign your will
Hell is calling
Feel the chill
Freezing over
Blood spills
Yeah
Devils all the time
The righteous ones are fucking blind
Turnin' up their nose to the sky
Cloud breaks reveal false lights
Signs in the air filled with hate
Six six six graves written for the date
All us sinners not afraid
You point your fingers
Curse your people
What a shame
Cast the misfits
Line up to the steeple
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray thee lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray thee lord my soul to take
Tragedy lies in a holy place
Venom sinks deep with the fangs of a beast
Serpents underneath the hoods of who you call a father
My family you worship an unholy priest
Grippin' yo preacher know he ain't no leader
Don't follow don't need em I pray that you fall on the beacon
No reasoning for you believing in any religion I'm livid I kill I pillage ya faith
Where the realization that they washing all yo mother fuckin' brains?
Blood to the vein
Sipping and ya wine no time yo life done gone astray
Slipping away
Gripping yo face
Feeding the maggots yo carcass in place
Grey turn you grey
Straight in the flame
Hop off the pulpit you falling today
Live for ya father?
So that's yo master?
Preaching the gospel that sound like some cancer
Think that you matter?
Climb on a latter
Just to fall off and repeat the whole cycle
Yeah there ain't no answer
Worshipping demon motherfuckers
Put it on a sign that reads
Hell please welcome us
The time is right now and we'll burn together
All of this talk don't feed my hunger
We'll rise and you'll watch us conquer
Bigot fuck
You're shit out luck
I promised the souls of the wicked
The blood of such
Filled with the lust
You'll crumble
Your god don't exist
He's feeble
Right to love and let live is on the line
Because of you fucking people
All of the time you spend spewing out hate
Spend a little more time with your kids
Cause they feeling the same as us
Motherfucker your cause is lost
Now face the Judge

M A R G Phelps fuck yourself
Getting lost in the scripture
Put the book on the shelf
Suck the tip of your God
G O D ram rod
Righteous wealth
Something else
Heathens spell
You kill
Let's chill
I would rather go to hell
Your loss
Demons cross
Your philosophy is a flaw
You're exploiting the law
Cut your heart out
Eat it raw
Burn it down
Burroughs Hill
Dot the I's
Sign your will
Hell is calling
Feel the chill
Freezing over
Blood spills
Yeah
Devils all the time
The righteous ones are fucking blind
Turnin' up their nose to the sky
Cloud breaks reveal false lights
Signs in the air filled with hate
Six six six graves written for the date
All us sinners not afraid
You point your fingers
Curse your people
What a shame
Cast the misfits
Line up to the steeple
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray thee lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray thee lord my soul to take
Tragedy lies in a holy place
Venom sinks deep with the fangs of a beast
Serpents underneath the hoods of who you call a father
My family you worship an unholy priest
Grippin' yo preacher know he ain't no leader
Don't follow don't need em I pray that you fall on the beacon
No reasoning for you believing in any religion I'm livid I kill I pillage ya faith
Where the realization that they washing all yo mother fuckin' brains?
Blood to the vein
Sipping and ya wine no time yo life done gone astray
Slipping away
Gripping yo face
Feeding the maggots yo carcass in place
Grey turn you grey
Straight in the flame
Hop off the pulpit you falling today
Live for ya father?
So that's yo master?
Preaching the gospel that sound like some cancer
Think that you matter?
Climb on a latter
Just to fall off and repeat the whole cycle
Yeah there ain't no answer
Worshipping demon motherfuckers
Put it on a sign that reads
Hell please welcome us
The time is right now and we'll burn together
All of this talk don't feed my hunger
We'll rise and you'll watch us conquer
Bigot fuck
You're shit out luck
I promised the souls of the wicked
The blood of such
Filled with the lust
You'll crumble
Your god don't exist
He's feeble
Right to love and let live is on the line
Because of you fucking people
All of the time you spend spewing out hate
Spend a little more time with your kids
Cause they feeling the same as us
Motherfucker your cause is lost
Now face the Judge