Part III

part of a concept piece I'm working on

Authors Note: This is part of a concept piece I'm working on, see "Causes of the Saints"  for more


Part III

I'm the wound that will not heal,
feel the sickness deep within.
I am the Light, the Voice of God,
the epitome of Hate
I am the simple Selfish Son

I'm the Patron Saint with the Angelic Face
with a taste for suicidal drams
and thirst for speed
I'm a one way ticket to your Personal Hell.

I've got the Mary-whores at my beck 'n call
gagged 'n bound, like a gift from God,
the flesh smells fresh
with traces of me inside.

I'm the Patron Saint with the Angelic Face
with a taste for blood
and thirst for speed
I'm your one way ticket to hell.