Hear me, the Antichrist is coming
He who opened his mouth in blasphemy
Against God and His Tabernacle
And those that dwell in the HeavensHe denies the Father and the Son
He refutes that Jesus is the ChristAnd it was given unto him
To make war with the saints
And to overcome them all, power was given over
All kindreds and tongues and nationsI am an idea, I exist
Live and breathe, I am realCall it a moment of inspiration
That allowed my existence
I am a raw and terrible God
I am AntichristSticky white bile
Smeared and splattered
Around gray lipped mouths
Heavy death that rapidly decaysThe rich and the poorThe rich and the poor
We are all the same in death
The unmistakable fragrance
Of rigid decomposition exacts no distinction
Songwriters
David Gray;Jason Mendonca;Peter Benjamin;Matthew WilcockPublished by
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