Christ

Devilgod – Paralyzed
by unreasonable fear high
on expectations, drunk on Perriér

Devilgod – Analyzed by the best
and the beast a sovereign 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 motherfuc***
buy the record sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands you motherfuc***
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