Paper Mache

[Chorus: Billy Obey]
What it was, what it will be (yeaah)
Bathed in blood stay filthy (yeaaah)
Hate the love but they built me this way
Molded my brain like paper mache
What it was, what it will be (yeaah)
Bathed in blood stay filthy (yeaaah)
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 are placed 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 mid-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 (yeaah)
Bathed in blood stay filthy (yeaaah)
Hate the love but they built me this way
Molded my brain like paper mache
What it was, what it will be (yeaah)
Bathed in blood stay filthy (yeaaah)
Hate the love but they built me this way
Molded my brain like paper mache

[Verse 2: Joe Black]
The 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
Good riddance on Jesus and pray to Baphomet
Amen we've 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 (yeaah)
Bathed in blood stay filthy (yeaaah)
Hate the love but they built me this way
Molded my brain like paper mache
What it was, what it will be (yeaah)
Bathed in blood stay filthy (yeaaah)
Hate the love but they built me this way
Molded my brain like paper mache