Christ - Ashbury Heights

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, all through my faux despair

Clap your hands you motherfuckers

Buy the record sing along

The moment that you dig this song

I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands you motherfuckers

Buy the record sing along

I’m coming now, it won’t be long

Before I am your Antichrist

Devilgod — Demonesque

Appalling deity detest

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, all through my faux despair