Christ

Devilgod - Paralyzed
By unreasonable fear high
On expectations, drunk on Perriér

Devilgod - Analyzed by the best
And the beast a sovereign of
Madmen, at the very least

Make my day, my world my Silverchair
Make your way, through my faux despair

Clap your hands you [bad word] Buy the record sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands you [bad word] Buy the record sing along
I'm coming now, it won't be long
Before I am your Antichrist

Devilgod - Demonesque
Apalling deity deteste
Vanity incarnate, malicious manifest

Devilgod - Desperate to retain his
Cheap glamour we're all paper stars,
At point de non retour

Make my day, my world my silverchair
Make your way, through my faux despair