Otep Sacrilege

(resurrection .. is for those ..

who didn’t get it right – the first time …)

(eternal salvation suffers from inflation!!)



say whut u need to save your soul

but don’t fuck with me – eye’m losing control

eye’m so tired of this – so sick of u

my tongue is battered & bruised from all these attitudes


so teach me the magick of your sacred pomes

conjuring a voice of signs & omens

prophecies guide the breeze

w/syllables symbols breed

behind the eyes we climb the vine

to sacrifice our wounded minds

in soft wurd trances seek insanity

i can’t save u cuz i hate me


the lord is my weapon – i shall shoot pawns

womyn is a devil – (your) GOD IS A FRAUD

everyone u knew – everything u’ve ever done

suffer for your freedom – RISE & OVERCOME



say whut u need to save your soul

but leave your religion at the door

we’re smoking all of Krsna’s weed

eye’m sick of these weak anarchies

u see me as a place to make a bruise

but in my reality eye’m a slave to the muse

fuck those hypocrites – together we’ll fight

the tyranny of squares – SQUIGGLES UNITE



all u sinners

— and blasphemers!






save me