Wake on a Sunday after a bad trip
Father starts to preach reading from the script
Cover your eyes cover your eyes cover your eyes ay
Cover your eyes cover your eyes cover your eyes ay
Wake on a Sunday after a bad trip
Chapel sing the hymns his blood on their lips
Cover your eyes cover your eyes cover your eyes ay
Cover your eyes cover your eyes cover your eyes ay
Messiah in the sand preaching to the choir
I bet you never wanna think about if they were liars
Not the father not the son kreepin motherf*cker
I'm a ghoste from below raised by Aleister
You won't wake
Crucify me for my sins and my ways I don't give a f*ck if I'm here hanging for days
Stonin me beating me deranged people I see I won't bow down I won't ever be phased
Satan is waitin you need to awaken he's gonna bring the truth you don't wanna sing
Pull you from under but don't run for cover your god has now left and your death he will bring
Wake on a Sunday after a bad trip
Father starts to preach reading from the script
Cover your eyes cover your eyes cover eyes ay
Cover your eyes cover your eyes cover your eyes ay
Wake on a Sunday after a bad trip
Chapel sing the hymns his blood on their lips
Cover your eyes cover your eyes cover your eyes ay
Cover your eyes cover your eyes cover your eyes ay