Lyrics:

It could be the absinthe talking

(I dont think so)

I dont either

I've gotta find a new place

A new place to feed

Gotta be



Stop everything, something is not feeling right

The planets are not all aligned

I know it, I've felt this before

My evil is thirsting for more

I need a new outlet to feed



What can I do?

I've got an idea

I think I'll just become a priest

Deceiving them with my belief

I'll preach about what life is worth

And cover my sins with the church

My demons can run around free

No one will suspect a thing

I'll show them its okay to lust

A priest is who children can trust

I've found a new outlet to feed



Baptized by the unexpected

Terrorized by the imperfections



Something is not feeling right

The planets are not all aligned

I know it, I've felt this before

My evil is thirsting for more

I need a new outlet to feed



What can I do?

I've got an idea

I think I'll just become a priest

Decieving them with my belief

I'll preach about what life is worth

And cover my sins with the church

My demons can run around free

No one will suspect a thing

I'll show them its okay to lust

A priest is who children can trust

I've found a new outlet to feed



Baptized by the unexpected

Terrorized by the imperfections

Baptized by the unexpected

Terrorized by the imperfections



Oh my god

Im watching TV

I cant

Oh whats this world coming to

I see a priest molesting children

I see terrorists blowing up buildings

I see someone in rage killing Dimebag on stage

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck is this?



I got a kid

Should I send him to Sunday School?

I got a kid

Should I send him to Sunday School?

So you can fuck him

Oh no you're not gonna fuck him

How bout this?

I dont fucking know who I can trust in this world

and I'm not gonna blow one time

I'm not that scared



Something is not feeling right

The planets are not all aligned

I know it, I've felt this before

My evil is thirsting for more

I need a new outlet to feed



Baptized by the unexpected

Terrorized by the imperfections

Baptized by the unexpected

Terrorized by the imperfections