Archdiocese of Hell

Lay down your head and rest your feet
Await my orders to follow,
Give to your land what you would your queen
Then your soul won't seem so hollow,
Awaken thy body with restful sleep,
And pray to me your soul to keep,
I'll hold it where mine used to be,
And it may be your only fee.
I'll give you my wisdom so try your luck,
Devote your life and you won't wake up,
If you think ignoriance is bliss,
Cover your ears while I tell you this.
Religon my dears is just a game,
The stupid have a chance at fame,
The book you read that's written in red,
Is a best selling fiction by some men that are dead.
The prayers you whisper while down on your knees,
Are heard by you and the wind and the trees,
A waste of time your life may be,
So why not just come sin with me,
We'll have some fun and adulterate,
We'll fuel our cars on purely hate,
A thousand hail Mary's won't cure our sin,
We'll drown you talk in scotch and gin,
Throw up your arms and utter a scream,
And then that way you'll surely be seen,
In a world a chaos ruled by me,
We'll all start dying at the age of 15,
Bibles burned to roast out feast and we partake in gluttony,
Hevan for you is Hell for me so let Earth be out harmony,
So child of arse it's time to chose,
Pick who will win and who will lose,
And if at last you return to the Pope,
For you my child there is no hope.