i believe i ve dreamt of this before when i woke up face first on the floor it s not the drugs i stick in would make god commit his final sin wake me up i heard it scream through the holy book begging me to take one last look gettin down through revelations set fire to the entire congregation wake me up it s not a question of faith it s just the feelings of hate got six in my sidearm holster raise your glass for one last toast sir
['psychedelic doom', 'retro metal']