Praise Team - You Don't Own Yrself

Upon Birth
There are vultures waiting
Ready to raze the corpse
You don't own your culture
It belongs to me
Smile while I do this to you
Weak Death Mask can't resist
You don't own your culture
I'll force it from you
RAKE THE VOMIT
Every song's a sickly curse
From - to -
Every song's an empty husk
Sloughed from a lesser snake
NOW I CONFIRM THAT
You don't
Own yourself
Own yourself
You don't
Own yourself
You don't
You don't
What's yours is mine
Hallelujah
Yr empty sainthood
Hallelujah

Written by:
Paul McArthur

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