Lyrics

Human beings in a mob, whats a mob to king? What’s a king to a God? Whats a God to a non-believer, who don’t believe in anything? Will he make it out alive? Alright alright, no church in the wild….

Tears on the mausoleum floor, blood stains the Colosseum doors.

Lies on the lips of a priest, thanksgiving disguised as a feast…

-No Church In The Wild

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