Pray

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    Yeah, you better pray to God
    That I get what I want
    Yeah, the rapture has begun
    Don't you wanna fall to your knees
    Make you say pretty please?
    I'm a motherfucking God

    Bow your fucking head
    I need you to kiss the ground
    Thorns on my head, I think
    I look better in a crown
    I'll give you time to repent when you're dead
    I'll bury you
    Face down

    Mania
    Hysteria
    Could you believe it, it's a miracle
    Sanctified
    Demonised, I'm not sound of mind
    I swear to God I'd never let you into paradise

    Yeah, you better pray to God
    That I get what I want
    Yeah, the rapture has begun
    Don't you wanna fall to your knees, make you say pretty please?
    Baby, I could be your God
    Everything you'd ever want
    But you don't deserve my love
    I don't have to make you believe, just keep praying to me

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    They've been mistaking it as elegance
    God only knows, I'm reeking of malevolence
    Send me to heaven for the hell of it
    So cut the lamb at the throat
    And rid me of my innocence
    Holy water steams upon the
    Silver cross hung upside down
    I think I'm losing it
    I think I'm losing it
    (Josanna in the highest)

    Yeah, you better pray to God
    That I get what I want
    Yeah, the rapture has begun
    Don't you wanna fall to your knees, make you say pretty please?
    Baby, I could be your God
    Everything you'd ever want
    But you don't deserve my love
    I don't have to make you believe, just keep praying to me

    Losing my, I'm losing my faith
    (I'm losing my mind)
    Hysteria, I fear that you're familiar

    Fingernails full of dirt
    And when you fell up from above
    I hope it fucking hurt
    Like tearing wings off from a dove
    I'll plague you with a curse
    Like flowers rotting in the mud
    I'll put you in the earth
    Say your prayers in reverse
    I'll scratch your name into the wood
    That sits inside the hearse
    Forgive me Mara
    You're about to count the fucking worms
    And in the ground I'll find out where you got
    The fucking nerve
    Mm, mm
    Eat the dirt

    Yeah, you better pray to God
    That I get what I want
    Taste my body and my blood
    I don't have to make you believe
    Just keep praying to me

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