Messiah Complex ii: A Glutton for Punishment

They get the drum, not the sleigh.

No toppers or clowns, black horses or clowns.

Hey, sing in my curse.

How did I fail my holy grail?

Taper my heart, raise the bar.

Let me down above to the cold.

It's a fool.

God's wanting to mend me with her rapture and care

Is she forsaking me when my devil may care?

Wave your compound now

On the sides and go through the walls

And then bring me an update to the world