law See the cops start running nigga call the dogs They can't see me, I throw that molotov And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods AOTP, we
straining at his neck What colour shall we rank in him? What face shall we deliver him? There may be the black dog There may be the white dog Hitler
charmed Fatal bond between us and bullets Give us better gods for premature death than russian roulette And who'll pull it raw dog analog, mind fog,
Ancient Ones Chaos, dreams of Tiamat will become reality Dog-faced demons will live between the fog of eternity The time of the entering of the Gods
awful train through shames patch where I'd trade my window seat for one pane of replacement stain glass, see I've battled the gods of opacity I don'
a beautiful sound on a quiet gloomy day. You know, when the wind is high, And the storm gods race, and I'll be snugged up by my fire-place. Maybe feeding my little dog
progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom? Have you been borne yet & are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods
your own eyes Without hesitation Numb from the disguise She closes her eyes And a tunnel appears In front of her - The walls have eyes The faces move
yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo Yo yo yo, yee yee yee, yo yo Niggas wanna come to my face 'Cause I'm making moves and they running in place In my face like
The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the East Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced beast Seven
return When an owl's crying and a dog's dying when the forces of evil rule the land When the pane's breaking and the ground's shaking when the gods
threw me out on stage (Hey!) Said Saint represent for the under age Same damn year, my face is up in rays Got that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge Nah, Saint Dog
There's no hold The moving has come through The danger passing you Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels It's so cold The dog dug up by dogs
When they adore the dog-faced beast [Chorus] As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes in chaos Tiamat
Pretty faces pretty hip bodies hang to drain and drip so submit and let's pretend you're not a hollow charlatan velcro whores they fill the streets infecting
in ones and in oughts In endless spiraling chains You can't decode or explain Cause you are so analog God dog I eye I god dog We're the random number
into life). Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge. Break the circle / stretch the line / call upon the devil. Bring / the gods / the gods'
into my face Pangs of Distress salt my flesh to flay I constantly fear everything I see Blood is the fist of authority Pestilence is my rabid dog unchained