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Our God whom we serve is able to rescue us from the furnace of blazing fire
And He will rescue us from your hand oh king
But even if He doesn't let it be known to you oh king
That we're not gonna serve your Gods
Nor worship the golden statue you've set up
Even if He doesn't save us they're gonna stick to their guns
They're not gonna make a decision based on the potential consequence
Apocalypse from my vocal lips
Acolytes and architects
Anyone gets picked can lick my obelisk
Satan got his fix and the world by the finger tips
He flips the switch eclipse
A pack of cataclysmic witches creeping in the streets
Wicked hips and magic sticks
Fuck the snitch this ain't no Harry Potter shit
Metropolis even superman got stitched
The strong the weak the Gods got sick
So who do you worship
You're stepping on horse shit
The guru cues warships
New flu's is on Crag's list
Now get your crucifix
It's Lucifer losing his shit using some Uzi clips
Metropolis even superman got stitched
Get your crucifix
No Hypothesis realistic
My Catalyst are these lunatics
The prophecies will get you pissed
You're counterfeit it's my power trip
Capitalistic instinct increased
Don't get it all sour sweet
Kid be very specific with you wishes indeed