He'll chase away the skeletons harboured in your Christian closets
Salutations to a passenger of guilty trips
Of guilty trips well travelled
Well travelled and travelling
Thoughts of glory holes
Of angel kisses
Of golden showers
All cured by a holy bottle of H2O

So shock me Peter
This is the day
For this unruly soul to make its getaway
Shock me Peter
Clear the way
You're selling lies but it's enough to make me say
Get away

A diluted broth of plastic pop songs birthed of sunlight and toxic glitter
Fed unto the wanting spoonfuls of formaldehyde laced with a pinch of ginger
And the midnight people banished by oil-slickened productions

My zombie honey, do you realise what you've done?
Your loneliness is killing us
Ruled and ruling
Beckoned by the beckoning

So shock me Peter
This is the day
For this unruly soul to make its getaway
Shock me Peter
Clear the way
You're selling lies but it's enough to make me say
Get away

Get away from your golden arches
Your pre-packaged prophets designed to conduct your choreographed lives
Morals for immortality
Quarrels for brutality
Blank stares and stifling yawns all fed to the broken masses

Wash it all away

Angry egos and holy placebos will cast away the rotting
With your Hollywood gods all built on a mountain of recycled flesh
Dead eyes fashioned with wide smiles
It's hard to stay beautiful without the tender touch of a scalpel's knife

Tell me your stories
Tell me your glories
Tell me your light and I'll tell you my dark

So shock me Peter
This is the day
For this unruly soul to make its getaway
Shock me Peter
Clear the way
You're selling lies but it's enough to make me say
Get away


Lyrics submitted by Avalina

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