Here he comes as you pray
Like shot lambs you crawl
Here he comes as you pray
Hear him breathe as you pray
His tongue licks your palms
Feel him seduce when you pray
There 's oralsex in his psalms
All the seeds that you have planted
And those crops that thrive inside of you
Grow like thorns through your praying hands
Hear him scream as you pray
Feel his soft and sick tongue
There's a ruin in the heart of this plain
A rose that withers and dies
So leave the fields and join the insects
WRITERS
ANDREAS BERGH, EMIL NODTVEIDT, OLE OHMAN, SKINNY KANGUR