Blastphemy Beat - The Teeth

Good evening lovely ladies and gentleman!

Your attention to the stage

We have a group that needs saved

You’ve got to see it to believe it!

I see the circus freaks

They’re record is on repeat, and they’re masking their intent

They’ve got the devil inside them

And the music’s got no soul!

The power of Christ compels you in droves

You think that you liberate but I think you’re on the prowl

The power of Christ gives you the gall

What gives you the impression that we needed saved at all?

When the words are in my head

It’s like a matchstick to a lamp

That I’ll burn until I’m dead

I’m only living for the feeling

And when I know your true intent

You fucking make me sick

In the name of the father, what have you done?

I smell a moneymaker on the edge of the devil’s tongue

In the name of the father, what have you done?

I’ve done my share of saving but you can’t save everyone

Forgive me father for I have sinned

But you bet your ass that this is my last confession

Give me the truth

At least I know I’m blessed

I really think it would be best

If the messenger was dead

I probably wouldn’t hate the message

A new gospel on my hands

Everybody say it

«We are the wicked put our hands around your neck

We’ve got the rhythm

Let the music make us dance until we’re dead.»

On the count of 3

I want the room to travel through me