J. Rawls - That Ol' Pagan sh** lyrics

Lose bitter calling... Once upon a sometime Within the moons tenuous and frustration boiled heart I can't seem to find my typical above the rock and through the plains' Empty subliminal survival module I got, seem's toil misplaced I dropped all my better virtues, judgements and graces earshot displaces That distorted social per, and embraces hatreds eerie clamour Is the crimson blur, fires, impulse throughout my manner And disturbs the civil old, k** rage stammers through skin, teeth and moralities Begrudging hold upon a causedly clenched hold, heat of moments circumstantially Branch from all iotas and proponents of commodius living, incensed, afraid restraint Beings given age of logic, to empty sense and self to some things bidding Yes, your exellency Winning's speak, save for sinning, while burning how much weeks of sacrifice Will sitting all the smolder I feel, the frigid urge to k**, mainly for (womb ill?) Still are part of the full experience as the little man inside my delirium Alas, upon hearing him, and the poison inside thee, I snap With a malice, unrivalled by intent as that blessed demon leaps forth Un-pent, a flaming bent, about the purging of each and every blasphemer meant To pay for the way grace went or put belief and glory in were or relent To the centennial ceremonial master sacrament (Now who's the young Christian?)(4x) And by all means, and in consequence, not a single infidel is innocent Infact a solemn few have truly lent a voluntary Granual of good will unto deliverance Of all unworthy Earthly nail through reverance Acknowledgements, deepest darkest chasm, forever swallowing the fiendish Hard-pressed action, drug from desires, path in oblivion's intestinal tract Must I spell it out in pa**ion? This is a ceremonial act Suggesting power of a greater maxim, contribute to the help and answers We justly lack So stop asking, and don't rap either, give all this putrid, lowly and hollow a breather I prayed you'd be an elightened heathen, pawn or breeder (?) little mark can seek the Of all powerful spoken word, your captivating silence has now been heard So grovel, the open ones comes to preserve, this tranquil anything Born about faith, and converge mortality, instincts and mind-states Until one eternal radiant surge of human race Yet, no acclaimed prophet will be so base Thus I'm forced to face the full circle of shame, salvage simply takes to bring forth Devotion, hence within perfections, bittersweet taste I second inspired carnage and motion, existing no more is your pa**ive hope toxin As I revert to the physical brutality of forehead unslopen, until pain's transcendant With flesh, time and my cast token, fear is commended While I ravage the unwoken energies once extended in the frail open life tended Fell form of an appendage (Now who's the young Christian) A kinetic appendage, lets say, dynamically dismembers until all that unfocused vigor's rendered Inperceptible, your soul is solely stumps, suspended in solace, susceptible to countless tortures Polished testicles, new world order, and all it's metric will only hasten the inevitable cleansing So enjoy it heretic, you sinners here sick, fledgling, it's that ol' pagan sh** With a characteristic lyricist, ask uplift twist of avant-garde list Animating what they depict, cause otherwise brisk unyielding wisps of a cathartic mist Are from someone's God's ears unto the artist's lips, your enlightenment's my only wish This way of life is everyone's gift (Now who's the young Christian)(3x)