The Passion Play Shunts

Who is the king of whoring?
How shall we call him?
He is the man from Hell
Promising false salvation
Time is the dread of life
He who commits treason shall wonder
He who deceives me shall be cursed
My flesh is the lie of the world
And I will praise the slut
And I will disgrace the trust
And I will raise this cup of dismay
And I will praise the lust
And I will taste the crust
And I will pray for love today
Unless you eat of the flesh
You will never taste demand
Then drink of the tainted blood
And obey the final command
The patients are never patient
And all the world is a stage
The passion play shunts
Calling forth the forces of rage
Forbearance of the parental legacy
A tradition born out of fear and hate
The passion play shunts
All past memories are now awake
Meiosis and minimization
Time of crisis or vain exaggeration
Even more Suicidal lunacy
Continue with the vile hypocrisy
And I will praise the slut
And I will disgrace the trust
And I will raise this cup of dismay
And I will praise the lust
And I will taste the crust
And I will pray for love today
He shall live for ever…
Forever caught in
A world wide web of destruction
I am the predilection
I am the ultimate white lie,
He who believes in greed
Even if he denies…
And I will praise the slut
And I will disgrace the trust
And I will raise this cup of dismay
And I will praise the lust
And I will taste the crust
And I will pray for love today
The patients are never patient
And all the world is a stage
The passion play shunts
Calling forth the forces of rage
Forbearance of the parental legacy
A tradition born out of fear and hate
The passion play shunts
All past memories are now awake
The patients are never patient
And all the world is a stage
The passion play shunts
Calling forth the forces of rage
Forbearance of the parental legacy
A tradition born out of fear and hate
The passion play shunts
All my memories now forsake