Letras
(Hello, my son, welcome to the house of God)
Good morning, father, I would like to confess my sins
(Of course, what would you like to confess?)
I keep having these dreams, dreaming of murder
And I just wake up feeling disgusting with blood all over me every morning
(It's okay, the blood is not real, the dreams are not real)
(These murders are not happening)
You don't, you don't understand, father, this is hundred percent real
(You're dreaming of sins)
You don't fucking get it
(Who are you, who are you murdering in these dreams? Let's see)
Murdering God, father, I'm murdering-
(Everybody knows this cannot happen, my son)
You don't get it, I'm murdering fucking God
I've seen the blood of Jesus on my hand, I've seen the death of God
(You have to calm down)
No, you calm fucking down, you calm down, bitch (please, sit down)
I've seen the death of fucking God (sit down)
Shut the fuck up
Yo, shut the fuck up
Stupid lil' bitch