Thirteen Goats – Unholy Mass
Genre Rock

LYRIC
Unholy Mass

Forgiveness came too late
Cannot release this hate
Syphon your bloody tears
Our final hour nears

Revenge, I close my eyes
Imagine your surprise
At how I'll pay my last respects
I place my hands around your neck

Slitting your guts
[Run the blade from neck to crotch
Tear out your tongue
[Make your family watch
Nailed to a board
[Through your spinal cord
Placed on display
[Effigy to which I pray
Left you bleeding while you're bound up by your neck
Lacerated, beaten, broken, inches from your death
Watch your own demise; I'll take your eyeballs last
Make you beg for mercy just so I can laugh

Blood and puss upon my skin begin to crust
Badge of honour after you betrayed my trust
Scattered chunks of viscera upon my hands
This is the payment that my God demands

Invite the world to my unholy mass
Punish every deadly sin but wrath

Slitting your guts
[Run the blade from neck to crotch
Tear out your tongue
[Make your family watch
Nailed to a board
[Through your spinal cord
Placed on display
[Effigy to which I pray]

Your corpse; my grand design
Sign of these evil times
I hang your tattered flesh
A warning to the rest
All you who prey on fear
Repent, your time is near
No pity for the damned
Your death comes by this hand

Invite the world to my unholy mass
Punish every deadly sin but wrath

Slitting your guts
[Run the blade from neck to crotch
Tear out your tongue
[Make your friends and family watch
Nailed to a board
[Through your spinal cord
Placed on display
[Effigy to which I pray]

Placed on display
[Effigy to which I pray]

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