Too much power in too few hands
brings woe to he that understands
their trickery, doubletalk and control games.
If there's a God I hope she's taking names
of all proclaiming their blood pure
while carying the desease for which there is no cure.

Blessed are the dumb, for they know not who they are.
Blessed are the some that never wander very far.
Blessed are the greedy, they blot out every star.
Blessed are the seedy, they will never raise the bar.
BLESSED ARE THE DAMNED!

Devoured by gnashing teeth of theatricality
is the flesh and bone of their reality.
Into the creature's stomach and through it's bowels
as the bitterness draws forth bestial howls
that pierce the heart and cloud the mind.
Please, pluck my eyes and make me blind.

Blessed are the lying bastards who make war.
Blessed are the spying, rotten to the core.
Blessed are the denying, who'll never pass through the door.
Blessed are the dying, for they shall hurt no more.
BLESSED ARE THE DAMNED!

Fires of our desires are dancing with delight
in anticipation of every chance we give them to ignite
the dry, brittle kindling that we call our dreams.
There is no escaping, when the laughing, raping demon screams.
Unholy white hot infernos that were constructed to scorch the soul,
will consume and corrupt, as is their primary goal.

Blessed are the hiding spirits growing thin.
Blessed are the backsliding, again and again and again.
Blessed are the cunning ones that think theyalways win.
Blessed are the running ones, who refuse to own their sin.
BLESSED ARE THE DAMNED!

Blessed are the dead, wallowing in decay.
Blessed are the red swollen bodies where they lay.
Blessed are the drunken, if they choose to stay that way.
Blessed are the sunken, who'llnever see the light of day.
BLESSED ARE THE DAMNED!