The Priest - Limp Bizkit

It could be the absinthe talking
(I don't think so)
I don't either
I've gotta find a new place
A new place to feed, what could it be?

Stop everything, something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know it, I've felt this before
My evil is thirsting for more
I need a new outlet to feed

What can I do?
I've got an idea
I think I'll just become a priest
Deceiving them with my belief
I'll preach about what life is worth
And cover my sins with the church
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them it's okay to lust
A priest is who children can trust
I found a new outlet to feed

Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections

Something's not right
The planets are not all aligned
I know it, I've felt this before
My evil is thirsting for more
I need a new outlet to feed

What can I do?
I've got an idea
I think I'll just become a priest
Deceiving them with my belief
I'll preach about what life is worth
And cover my sins with the church
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them its okay to lust
A priest is who children can trust
I found a new outlet to feed

Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections

Oh my God, I'm watching TV, but I can't
Oh what's this world coming to
I see priests molesting children
I see terrorists blowing up buildings
I see someone in rage killing Dime Bag on stage
What the fuck is this?
What the fuck is this?
I got a kid, should I send him to Sunday School?
I got a kid, should I send him to Sunday School?
So you can fuck him!?
Oh no, you're not going to fuck him
How bout this?
I don't fucking know who I can trust
In this world and I'm not gonna blow
One time
I'm not that scared

Something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know when I felt this before
My evil is thirsting for more
I need a new outlet to feed

Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections