Jesus’ Son - Priests

God came to me in a dream and told me that I’m Jesus' son

I know this world is mean, it’s lucky I’m the chosen one

I walked on eggshells backwards, this secret on my face

But now the earth calls me, I’m feral, I’m a smoking gun

Back before the sky screamed, I didn’t know I was someone

Pinkness of my feelings, a big and wet and waiting tongue

The day I walked on water, the shrapnel ricocheted

Said, «Baby, give it to me, savior, I’m how the West was won»

I am Jesus' son, I sparkle like the setting sun

I am Jesus' son, I think I wanna hurt someone

I am Jesus' son, I’m young and dumb and full of cum

I am Jesus' son, I think I’m gonna hurt someone

Mushroom clouds, hot debris, I knew exactly what I’d done

Mucus air burning green, an opalescent magnificence

Ghost written by a prophet, the shape that I could take

Automatic, obscene, a feral, silver smoking gun

I am Jesus' son, I sparkle like the setting sun

I am Jesus' son, I think I wanna hurt someone

I am Jesus' son, I’m young and dumb and full of cum

I am Jesus' son, I think I’m gonna hurt someone

I am Jesus' son, I sparkle like the setting sun

I am Jesus' son, I think I wanna hurt someone

I am Jesus' son, I’m young and dumb and full of cum

I am Jesus' son, I think I’m gonna hurt someone

I am Jesus' son, I sparkle like the setting sun

I am Jesus' son, I think I wanna hurt someone

I’m young and dumb and full of cum

I think I’m gonna hurt someone

I think I’m gonna hurt someone

I think I’m gonna hurt someone