Songtext von Christ

Devilgod, paralyzed By unreasonable fear High on expectations, drunk on Perriér Devilgod, analyzed By the best and the beast Asovereign of madmen, at the very least Make my day, my world, my silverchair Make your way, all through my faux despair Clap your hands you motherfuckers Buy the record, sing along The moment that you dig this song I will become your newborn Christ Clap your hands you motherfuckers Buy the record, sing along I'm coming now, it won't be long Before I am your antichrist Devilgod, demonesque Apalling deity deteste Vanity incarnate, malicious manifest Devilgod, desperate To retain his cheap glamour We're all paper stars At point de non retour Make my day, my world, my silverchair Make your way, all through my faux despair Clap your hands you motherfuckers Buy the record, sing along The moment that you dig this song I will become your newborn Christ Clap your hands you motherfuckers Buy the record, sing along I'm coming now, it won't be long Before I am your antichrist Make my day, my world, my silverchair Make your way, all through my faux despair Clap your hands you motherfuckers Buy the record, sing along The moment that you dig this song I will become your newborn Christ Clap your hands you motherfuckers Buy the record, sing along I'm coming now, it won't be long Before I am your antichrist Clap your hands you motherfuckers Buy the record, sing along The moment that you dig this song I will become your newborn Christ Clap your hands you motherfuckers Buy the record, sing along I'm coming now, it won't be long Before I am your antichrist Before I am your antichrist