Pray

Yeah, you better pray to God (pray to God, pray to God) That I get what I want (what I want, what I want) Yeah, the Rapture has begun (ah-ah) Don't you wanna fall to your knees, make you say, "Pretty please"? I'm a motherfucking God! (Pray) Bow your fucking head, I need you to kiss the ground Thorns on my head I think I look better in a crown, crown I'll give you time to repent when you're dead, I'll bury you Face down Mania, hysteria Could you believe it? It's a miracle sanctified Demonised, I'm not sound of mind I swear to God, I'd never let you into Paradise Yeah, you better pray to God (pray to God, pray to God) That I get what I want (what I want, what I want) Yeah, the Rapture has begun (ah-ah) Don't you wanna fall to your knees, make you say, "Pretty please"? Baby, I could be your God Everything you'd ever want (what I want, what I want) But you don't deserve my love I don't have to make you believe, just keep praying to me They've been mistakin' it as elegance (yeah, ah, yeah) God only knows I'm reekin' of malevolence (malevolence) Send me to Heaven for the hell of it (yeah, yeah, yeah) So, cut the lamb at the throat and rid me of my innocence Holy water steams upon the silver cross hung upside down I think I'm losin' it (ah-ha, ah-ah-ah, Josanna in the highest), I think I'm losin' it Yeah, you better pray to God (pray to God, pray to God) That I get what I want (what I want, what I want) Yeah, the rapture has begun (ah-ah) Don't you wanna fall to your knees, make you say, "Pretty please"? Baby, I could be your God (I could be your God, yeah) Everything you'd ever want (what I want, what I want) But you don't deserve my love I don't have to make you believe, just keep praying to me Losin' my -, I'm l-, losin' my faith (I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losin' my -) Hysteria (I think I'm losin' my -), I fear that you're familiar Fingernails full of dirt And when you fell up from above, I hope it fucking hurt Like tearing wings off from a dove, I'll plague you with a curse Like flowers rotting in the mud, I'll put you in the earth Say your prayers in reverse I'll scratch your name into the wood that sits inside the hearse Forgive me, Mara, you're about to count the fucking worms And in the ground, I'll find out where you got the fucking nerve, mm-mm, eat the dirt Ah (ah) Ah Eat the fucking dirt Yeah, you better pray to God That I get what I want Taste my body and my blood I don't have to make you believe, just keep praying to me (mm)