Corporation 187 - Provoking The Prophet lyrics

rate me

You make me want to break your face

Just pull the spine right through your mouth

I must degrade your god and his holy grace

To say you're sorry is to late

(You must know how I hate)

So now the war is on

It's sad to see that you believe

I spit on faith and on your kong

I must degrade your god

And his rotten lies

Provoking is the only way

Peeling your skin with my hands

So dead but yet so sweet

Rip it out

The heart of your son

Taste the blood and justify

Understand all the misery

You're in charge of our misery