Lletres: Limp Bizkit. The Unquestionable Truth, Pt. 1. The Priest.
It could be the absinthe talking
(I don't think so)
I don't either
I've gotta find a new place
A new place to feed
Gotta be
Stop everything, something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know it, I've felt this before
My evil is thirsting for more
I need a new outlet to feed
What can I do? I've got an idea
I think I'll just become a priest
Deceiving them with my belief
I'll preach about what life is worth
And cover my sins with the church
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them its okay to lust
A priest is who children can trust
I've found a new outlet to feed
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know it, I've felt this before
My evil is thirsting for more
I need a new outlet to feed
What can I do? I've got an idea
I think I'll just become a priest
Deceiving them with my belief
I'll preach about what life is worth
And cover my sins with the church
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them its okay to lust
A priest is who children can trust
I've found a new outlet to feed
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Oh my God
I'm watching TV, I can't
Oh what's this world coming to
I see a priest molesting children
I see terrorists blowing up buildings
I see someone in rage killing dime bag on stage
What the fuck is this?
What the fuck is this?
I got a kid
Should I send him to Sunday school?
I got a kid
Should I send him to Sunday school?
So you can fuck him
Oh no you're not gonna fuck him
How 'bout this?
I don't fucking know who I can trust in this world
And I'm not gonna blow one time
I'm not that scared
Something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know it, I've felt this before
My evil is thirsting for more
I need a new outlet to feed
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Wake up people and look at Mike around you
(I don't think so)
I don't either
I've gotta find a new place
A new place to feed
Gotta be
Stop everything, something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know it, I've felt this before
My evil is thirsting for more
I need a new outlet to feed
What can I do? I've got an idea
I think I'll just become a priest
Deceiving them with my belief
I'll preach about what life is worth
And cover my sins with the church
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them its okay to lust
A priest is who children can trust
I've found a new outlet to feed
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know it, I've felt this before
My evil is thirsting for more
I need a new outlet to feed
What can I do? I've got an idea
I think I'll just become a priest
Deceiving them with my belief
I'll preach about what life is worth
And cover my sins with the church
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them its okay to lust
A priest is who children can trust
I've found a new outlet to feed
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Oh my God
I'm watching TV, I can't
Oh what's this world coming to
I see a priest molesting children
I see terrorists blowing up buildings
I see someone in rage killing dime bag on stage
What the fuck is this?
What the fuck is this?
I got a kid
Should I send him to Sunday school?
I got a kid
Should I send him to Sunday school?
So you can fuck him
Oh no you're not gonna fuck him
How 'bout this?
I don't fucking know who I can trust in this world
And I'm not gonna blow one time
I'm not that scared
Something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know it, I've felt this before
My evil is thirsting for more
I need a new outlet to feed
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Wake up people and look at Mike around you
Bizkit Limp