The Doomed

Behold a new Christ, behold the same old horde

Gather at the altering, new beginning, new word

And the word was death, and the word was without light

The new beatitude, good luck, you're on your own

Blessed are the fornicates, may we bend down to be their whore

Blessed are the rich, may we labor deliver them more

Blessed are the envious, bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain

Blessed are the gluttonous, may they feast us to famine and war

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?

What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?

All doomed

All doomed

Behold a new Christ, behold the same old horde

Gather at the altering, new beginning, new word

And the word was death, and the word was without light

The new beatitude, good luck

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?

What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?

What of the righteous? What of the charitable?

What of the truthful, the dutiful, the decent?

Doomed are the poor, doomed are the peaceful

Doomed are the meek, doomed are the merciful

For the word is now death, and the word is now without light

The new beatitude, fuck the doomed, you're on your own