The listening of rock, to start from the bottom up.
To get your fill of the Babylonian Cup, to strain the fat.
To isolate the gene, the aftermath, your bloodline is crap.
Your friend that's whack, he's in over his head.
And that's who you wake up next to, when you lay down in bed.
Now his sol is mine, the sacrifice, your first mistake.
To burn you to a crisp, to Moloch, ur steak.
Havin' to forsake, your vacation spot the lake, the fire that's hot.
Did you not learn the lesson with what happened to Lot?
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