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
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Language: English

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