Black as the pits I bury them in
I'm more corrupt than original sin
Searching for truth to muddy it's waters
Searching for faith to laugh as it falters
You have your one in trinity
I am legion dwelling in obscenity
Sit by your bed and offer your prayers
I'll be waiting to drag you down fetid lairs
Hope springs eternal, polluted disease
I'm gonna force you onto your knees
Each night in the dark I'm watching you
You're truth is a lie, if only you knew
No reward is waiting, no pearly gate
The afterlife is filled with nothing but hate
So lay yourself down to sleep
I will be waiting, your soul to keep
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