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Meat for a Queen Fornicators in wooden silence Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate Supplication congregation Count the creases in your face Prophet preaches hypocrisy Disemboweling heresy And your falsities and your falsities And your falsified sexuality You can't prove anything that happened yesterday...now is the only thing that's real The sky was purple and my eyes were red I fell from the firmament upon my head Was it something something something I said? One day people gonna make me dead Caught in this dream Can't hear me scream It's another variation on my theme I'm omnipotent fiend I'm meat for a queen My hair runs black and my eyes go green You can't prove anything. You can't prove anything You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose Your god is cerebral masturbation And satan is your sorry excuse Fuck fuck fuck fuck You can't prove anything that happened yesterday...now the only thing that's real You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose Your god is cerebral masturbation And satan is your sorry excuse You don't need your worthless mortal body You don't need your worthless mortal body You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose You can't prove anything