Mother of God Lyrics

Born to raise hell
Curse, kick, yell
Gasping for air

The prisoner's dilemma
Could easily hurt someone
Having committed myself
Crimes I could not do

In search of an angry
Mother of God
The hand and the rod

God is not a saint
So let me get rich and pass
Through the eye of the needle

Into thee
Domus Aurea
Omina sont communia

In glorious
Domus Aurea

The sun shines
On saints and sinners
Alike

And God is not a saint

So let me get rich and pass
Through the eye of the needle

In search of an angry
Mother of God
The hand and the rod
The foot and the yard

Theotokos

Drain the blood
From my face

Drag me from
This foul place

Through the eye
Of the keyhole

Into glory
Domus Aurea