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)