Rabbit Junk Ghetto Blasphemer
BANG!
Analysis of a pop culture cultist Honey sweet idolatry of the purist Each godling rotting on a pedestal Their children gone feral And their worshipers bent perpetual Intellectual Insulated by their own conviction Righteous in the mirror of a single opinion So vulnerable With their backs turned Stroking their reflection Drowning in their vanity
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what Nothings holy! Feels good to be a what, what, what, what That's man made Feels good feels good to be a gangsta Feels good, feels good We are the ga ga ga ga uhh Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta Feels good, feels good
We are the Guetto Blasphemer And this is what you should f..cking fear Corruption Of all you hold dear And a world where nothing is as it appears
Locked away in the darkes depths possibilities that they fear to contemplate Where we reside Forever with our eyes looking on as they struggle against the rising tide And their I was, behind it all in the shadows, in the cracks in the walls under beds and inside their heads whispering that the end is near future obsidian I feed on fear
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what Nothings sacred Feels good to be a what, what, what, what I f..cking refuse to try and fit in Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta Feels good, feels good We are the ga ga ga ga uhh Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta Feels good, feels good
We are the Guetto Blasphemer And this is what you should f..cking fear Corruption Of all you hold dear And a world where nothing is as it appears
Bang!
Feels good to be a what, what, what, what Nothings sacred Feels good to be a what, what, what, what I f..cking refuse to try and fit in Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta Feels good, feels good We are the ga ga ga ga uhh Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta Feels good, feels good
We are the Guetto Blasphemer And this is what you should f..cking fear Corruption Of all you hold dear And a world where nothing is as it appears
