Paper Mache

Lyrics

[Chorus: Billy Obey] What it was, what it will be (Yeah) Bathed in blood, stay filthy (Yeah) Hate the love, but they built me this way Molded my brain like paper mache What it was, what it will be (Yeah) Bathed in blood, stay filthy (Yeah) Hate the love but they built me this way Molded my brain like paper mache [Verse 1: Billy Obey] Pick a spot, place your order, boy Hell has more lines than corduroy We're born to destroy subconsciously I'm built from sin, made of mockery I do wrong, and I'll admit to it properly I sing songs for those blessed in a pool of hypocrisy The perfect plan, but it's obsolete Drunk fight with faith, feel froggy, leap Lambs replace sheep in my sleep Sacrifice shut-eye trying to eat from my dream On a beat that's unrestricted, spit Tales From The Crypt shit Try and slow me down, pitch shift But I keep it moving, slow start and the speed improving Rhyme demeanor, he ain't even human You see the fire, I'ma lead you through it From the seat of a liar, I believe the truth is [Chorus: Billy Obey] What it was, what it will be (Yeah) Bathed in blood, stay filthy (Yeah) Hate the love, but they built me this way Molded my brain like paper mache What it was, what it will be (Yeah) Bathed in blood, stay filthy (Yeah) Hate the love but they built me this way Molded my brain like paper mache [Verse 2: Joe Black] Deep beast only two inside the roster Sins of the father to the Devil or daughter Thoughts of being bloody I'm becoming an imposter I'ma die by suicide or I'ma die a monster No heart, just a hole exposing my soul Bones of crow we bestowed above so below Put a cross in a coffin and say that God is dead Pretend it's on Jesus and pray to Baphomet Amen was never said, seven heads, ten horns Repent and reform, reborn deformed We ain't blasphemous by accident, you asked for this Teeth bloody, still hungry, ravenous The catalysts no Exodus A.X.E. it is The aftermath, nothing after this Everything's okay, just do as they say Made of paper mache, they shaping our fate [Chorus: Billy Obey] What it was, what it will be (Yeah) Bathed in blood, stay filthy (Yeah) Hate the love, but they built me this way Molded my brain like paper mache What it was, what it will be (Yeah) Bathed in blood, stay filthy (Yeah) Hate the love but they built me this way Molded my brain like paper mache