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