Meat for a Queen

Fornicators in wooden silence,
throw grubsteaks on the offering plate.
Supplication, congregation,
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hypocrisy,
disemboweling heresy
Falsities, falsities,
falsified factualities
The sky was purple and my eyes were red,
I fell from the firmament upon my head
Was it something, something, something i said?
One day people gonna make me dead
Caught in this dream
Can't hear me scream, it's another variation on my theme
I'm omnipotent fiend
Meat for a queen
My hair runs black and my eyes go green
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your god is cerebral masturbation,
and satan is your sorry excuse