This is the story that's never been told About your so-called son of god And the myth of his conception We call it the immaculate deception
Walking alone on the street the whore Of Bethlehem looking for Johns to meet and because of her indiscretions she'll be Force-fed their affection
Three predators plan their attack Stalking their prey like wolves in a park As they approach closer and closer Their lust starts to boil over
Three old men and a fucking whore, living out their fantasies of rape and gore She tries to escape with nowhere To go, deliver to her head a crushing blow Then blacks out. Hits the ground her clothes Ripping the only sound. Restrain. Invaders Thrusting at her inner space. Then they Force her to her knees, next violation sodomy In her mouth, in her ass without enough breath to even gasp. Now there are No more tears. Fueled by her face full Of fear now that she is air tight Will she survive this cold night Then they start to ejaculate This whore they'll impregnate If you tell I'll end your life Then they disappear like ghosts in the night
Lying crying in a pool of her Own blood. Humiliated Desecrated She can't hide her disgrace Comes up with a lie, deception in her eyes I carry the son of god
Claims she's visited by a deity who Chose her to carry his son Savior of a man savior to no one All you are is a bastard son Leading the sheep to the slaughter You're not my savior, god's not your father She had no idea of what she's done Plagued this world with the curse of christ
This is the story that's never been told About your so-called son of god And the myth of his conception We call it the immaculate deceptionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
