Devilgod, paralyzed
By unreasonable fear
High on expectations, drunk on Perriér

Devilgod, analyzed
By the best and the beast
Asovereign of madmen, at the very least

Make my day, my world, my silverchair
Make your way, all through my faux despair

Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
I'm coming now, it won't be long
Before I am your antichrist

Devilgod, demonesque
Apalling deity deteste
Vanity incarnate, malicious manifest

Devilgod, desperate
To retain his cheap glamour
We're all paper stars
At point de non retour

Make my day, my world, my silverchair
Make your way, all through my faux despair

Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
I'm coming now, it won't be long
Before I am your antichrist

Make my day, my world, my silverchair
Make your way, all through my faux despair

Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
I'm coming now, it won't be long
Before I am your antichrist

Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
I'm coming now, it won't be long
Before I am your antichrist
Before I am your antichrist