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We can bring the apocalypse In our Vatican in line six We're the face of the end of time We can burn and leave no ash behind Now it's butcher time We were never Satanists Never bit on the Christian myth You don't see how there one in the same? You pigs just drive us all insane Now it's butcher time I think we'll just shut you up You'll never see anything quite like this A big fucking shit colored sky That rains constant cyanide Now it's butcher time The devil lives in Rome The devil cloaked in robes Who do you control? You can't control your own priests Letras de canciones[x2] Can't fool the world again The book is fuckin' dead Lying and smiling and fucking It's all about control Useless and boring Knee deep in Christian shit Christians and Catholics A plague that scars the world Killers and rapists Your priests are uncontrolled The devil lives in Rome The devil cloaked in robes From Letras Mania