[Waiting For The Punchline] Evilangelist

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

little lamb 
come out of the rain
you'll catch your death in the cold
a helping hand 
to come ease the pain
in peace you'll rest in our fold
I can be 
a watch towering light
for those of you who can't see
i'll separate 
the truth from the lies
blind faithful come follow me
evilangelist
you name is on my list
i'm your evilangelist
in what god you trust
close your eyes while i hypnotize
a friend in need to confess
you've been denied the cock
crowed thrice
surrender all you possess
evilangelist
your name is on my list
i'm your evilangelist
i was betrayed by a kiss
so many claim
to come in the name
promising peace they'll bring
lest ye taste
the fruit of the vine
they're just wolves in sheep's clothing