A Perfect Circle
A Perfect Circle - The Doomed lyrics
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Behold a new Christ Behold the same old horde Gather at the (altar)ing [ALTERING] New beginning, new word And the word was death And the word was without light The new beatitude: "Good luck, you're on your own" Blessed are the fornicates May we bend down to be their whores Blessed are the rich May we labour, deliver them more Blessed are the envious Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain Blessed are the gluttonous May they feast us to famine and war What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful? What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful? All doomed All doomed