They are Coming
(Oviedo)
Looking through the papers
Reading about man
And his creations
Haven’t they done enough?
They’ve taken action
Drawing out a plan
Chorus:
They are coming
They’ve made up their minds
They’ll bring their savior
To you and your Dad
They are in the limelight
They are taking charge
Of bringing life back
And not looking back
***Chorus***
Explaining their procedures
And telling us our rights
The end is coming
They brought it on to us
***Chorus***
Everyone rejoices
He will finally come
They don’t quite see it
The man they see as god
Bridge:
Oh God please help us
Or end this life for me and
What has it come to?
Were do you stand on this?
Guess we’ll keep on trying
To live day by day
And not to worry
About Christian plans
***chorus***
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Give More Ministries
(Oviedo)
Welcome Señor
Won’t you sit down?
We’ve been waiting
For you and your friends
We’re just getting started
You are our first
And our service
Is about to begin
We praise God
And all of that Jazz
We’re not gonna judge you
For what you are
We’re only asking
Is that you stay
Make this your home
Make us your friends
Chorus 1:
Give us your paper,
Give us your life
We’ll give you meaning
We’ll give you a wife
We are the new folks
So give us your bling
We’re new and improved
And we’ll give you a Khrist
We are not asking
For a whole lot
Just what the bible
Clearly says
So don’t feel pressured
Just give with your heart
The lord will thank you
And so will I
Chorus 2:
So please give us more
We’ll give you receipts
One for the taxes,
The other for God
So please don’t delay
Cuz he’s almost here
And he would be upset
If you didn’t donate
***SOLO***
Chorus 3:
Our equipment is lousy
Our musicians can’t play
But we’re on a mission
To get “Souls for God”
So please give us more
We’ll give you receipts
One for the taxes,
The other for God
So please take your time
But don’t you delay
Cuz god has a purpose
With all of your checks
So take out your pen
And make it out to
Give More Ministries
That’s who we are
Chorus 4:
Give us your paper,
Give us your life
We’ll give you meaning
We’ll give you a wife
***Chorus 3***
So please don’t delay
Cuz he’s almost here
And he would be upset
If you didn’t donate
We are the new folks
So give us your bling
We’re new and improved
And we’ll give you a Khrist
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The Mechanical Khrist
(Oviedo)
some died for it, others gave their
life savings for it, still others would
give everything just for a glimpse
Well, here it is
Please help me welcome
YOUR MECHANICAL KHRIST!!!
The creators & masturbators
Sindicators & Fornicators
Sit and discuss their fucking plans
God’s on the tv, radio & the net
Talking about the new paradise
The producers & the actors
The media & the C.H.U.R.C.H.
Plan out a new life
No violence, hate, corruption
On tv, radio or the net
It’s the way things will run
From now on
It’s the new Khristian life
Chorus:
The savior has come,
The healer is here,
Time to confess,
Your every sin,
He’ll call you by name,
Cuz he knows your life,
Please help me welcome
Your Mechanical Khrist
High officials & law enforcement
Corporate lawyers & faithful preachers
Talk about enforcing new laws
Kill the amendments,
abolish freedom & rights
Trust in God & have faith
That’s all you really need
It’s the new Khristian life
Bridge:
It’s the way of the future
The upgrade has come
It never, complaints
It helps everyone
Come now, and see the commotion
Don’t be scared, he doesn’t bite
It looks like a human
And it knows how to talk
It also heals people
I wonder how it does
Tell me , my brother
Is he for real?
Or is it all just an act
I guess not all robots
We’re meant for the war
I guess Jesus Christ
Was not really a man.
Talk show hosts, news men
Senators & the Khrist
Talk about the new plan
The world rejoices, God has come
No more worries, no more pain
And no one knows about death
And no one cares
About having choices
It’s the new Khristian life
***Chorus***
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Those Satanic Thoughts…
(Oviedo)
Religion- Nothing more than
A way to form a cult following
On a belief that one or
Several Super beings are responsible
For everything that we take for granted,
The water, the sun,
the rain and the snow,
First we had several beings but now
There only one,
They bow down to this
And pretend that’s it’s real
Pre-Chorus:
When your folks
Have been taken
Over by aliens
They say stupid
Shit like
Chorus:
Those satanic thoughts
Have satanic
Friends that come to you
When you are
Weakened from the drugs
From Wal-Mart
Just to go to church
To please them
Church- The place that houses
The cult following and nourishes
The weak, giving them something
To put trust in,
The pastor- A man with a dream
To own it all, but he needs a plan
To fool those who are not his fans
The bible- The most misinterpreted
Book in the history of man,
***Pre-Chorus***
***Chorus***
The body of Khrist—Same concept
Once said to unify the cult following
To give it a name, a purpose,
A sense of belonging for the insecure
Mass Hysteria- when the masses put
Their trust in the church rather than
The entity that actually started it all
Reason- One of many thing not
Permitted in a holy place of God
***Pre-Chorus***
***Chorus***
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Khrist's Krippled Knuckles
(Oviedo)
He’s on the evening news
Got his own talk show
Heals the sick on Sunday
How much can one Man-Bot take?
He’s slowly decaying
He’s turning into something
The Khristians
did not Anticipate,
He’s got a lot on his plate
He works day and night
He’s beginning to break down
Man! What a waste!
But they can use this for
Their own good
To use the military waste
And technology left from the war
To improve man kind
You need to make it
Controlled, mechanicalized
And what better way than
Through religion
The one thing the masses all believe in
Chorus:
Khrist's Krippled Knuckles
He’s dead on the ground
He needs a savior
A confidant
He is breaking records
Pretty good for a metal God
But he needs a tune up
And an oil change too
Cuz he’s dead on the ground
In the warehouse
The khristians are thinking of
Coming up with a 2.0
This model was weak
Let’s make him new
With today’s technology
Who needs a real God?
The masses need it though
Something to believe in
The pastor is only a man
They need a guiltless savior
Someone that doesn’t resemble
A human being
***Chorus***
Bridge:
In the depths of the warehouse
The Khrist is thinking
Thinking and regretting
His existence, his life
As his mechanical blood
Spills on the floor
He plays back his miserable
Days here on earth
Playing mind games
With the masses
Making them think
They are being healed
That they are new creatures
In Khrist, more like a bunch of
Miserable hypocondriacs
Looking for an answer
The Godless God is watching
On the TV that’s life,
He’s sick and tired of their fucking
Asses, and their selfish fights
He’s thinking of coming early
Have a surprise attack
Invade and disrupt the life
Man has made so far
And make them realize
Who put them here
A metal piece of shit?
Who’s your daddy now?
***Chorus***
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I
have no beef w/ God
(Oviedo)
Intro:
The God I believe in
Is humble and kind
He’s made mistakes
And yet he’s a cool man
He doesn’t curse me
For now paying my dues
He doesn’t send his goons
Out to put me in check
He doesn’t force people to breed
Populating the planet
of Khristian men
He tolerates the weird
and uncanny
He hates the righteous
“God-Loving” men
My god is the greatest cuz
He doesn’t force me to be the pastors fan
Pre-Chorus:
God save me from
“Your” clan
God spare me from
“Their plan”
God give me
The will
God please
Help me cuz
Chorus:
I have no beef w/ God
He is a fair creator,
and a good man
But I have beef w/ the
Agenda driven assholes
Pretending to believe in
A selfless God
My god guides me but doesn’t
Show me the way
He gives me situations
& I take what I can
He helps me to grow without
Saying a single word
My god is real
How’s yours?
Does he keep company
When you are down and out
Or does he just sneak
in your room
And
rape you in your bed at night?
*** Pre-Chorus***
***Chorus***
My god likes it when I
Speak but doesn’t care for
It to be a worldwide event
My God gives me freedom
Of religion and belief
He knows that boundaries
Are what you make of them
Boundaries now placed by
The so-called man of God
Or is it the God of men?
Well, you decide
*** Pre-Chorus***
***Chorus***
Believe what you want
I truly don’t give a shit, after all
Nothing is written in stone
And only man knows
how to write
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