The Coldest Dish Wrekonize

[Intro]
Fuck you think you're goin'? Come here
Never thought you'd see me again, huh?
Hm. Sit down

[Hook]
We are gathered here
To pay back all those shattered years
To gain back something that I fear
Might leave spirits in the atmosphere
Tonight's the night, I'm gonna get my wish
Vengeance closed up in my fist
Hold on tight, I'mma make it quick
I'm here to serve you up the coldest dish...

[Verse 1]
Good evening, Father
It's your favorite heathen, see you're breathing harder
Hope those knots ain't too tight on your feet I bothered
To be careful not to get the demons hotter
See you took me in as just a teeter-totter
Taught me all your sacred Jesus fodder
For the record I was never even offered
Any other option I believed it off of
Every word that I heard from my family
I was urged to be herded for fallacy
I just came to serve the good word and then had it be
Viciously returned at the urge of a Catholic priest
They want to damage me
Molest me, impress on my sanity
Everybody worships the words that you casually
Spill across the room while your mood is depravity
Can it be? Something is wrong
Nobody sees it but me
Will you please ring the fuckin' alarm?
My custody's conned
Tears down my face while I'm singin' the words of his favorite Psalm
I'm aging along
They tell me to pray but my faith is decayin'
It's fadin', it's gone
I wake up at dawn
But I still can't manage to shake off the taste of the wafer in palm