​th1rt3en - Cult 45 (A Magnificent Day for an Exorcism ) lyrics

Chop the head off of false idols
Topple the statues, set them ablaze
T donald make Ronald Reagan turn in his grave
Season discrimination, sprinkle a little sage
Add a dash of hatred, eat it and get on stage
Chase it down with some poverty
Add a splash of the murder rate
Regurgitate it and spit out rage
Sit in a circle of thirteen
Candles and smoke haze
Thinking we should miss Christ
Christmas'll make you a slave
Lactose intolerant at birth, never fazed
By the race for chasing American
Cheese in a maze
In fourth grade, I played Scrabble
Scrambled the letters in the name 'Santa'
Magnified and deciphered the clauses
In the game
Nauseating, I'm angry, Bill Bixby
Exorcist, make the president's


Head three-sixty
Emergency, you should monitor the
Mercury in your thermometer
Witchcraft immortal, paranormal phenomena
The dark side of the truth, no apology
Carbon monoxide in the booth
Do not follow me please do not breathe
You are now listening to killer bees
In my lungs when I wheeze
Hex for the Klux Klan
Clues for the alt-right
Enchanting incantations for their adult life
Flows overthrow Pharaohs and kill Caesars
Iris inside of an isosceles
Pilot that Nebuchadnezzar heaven
Seven orifices over crossed fibulas
Spit a poison dart through
The heart of Caligula
Cult 45, vehicular homicide
Insidious, the meticulous way
That I've arrived, it's
Cult 45, particular, so sublime
Ridiculous, the ubiquitous flow
Is so conniving