The People's Temple - Goratory

Predator for those impoverished

Maniacal wizard of mind control projects

Please rise, and leave your lives behind

Maintain a code of silence

Your jewels and your cash will go to his pocket

All of your values and all of your worth

Leave it aside for your profit to docket

Forget your names my brothers and sisters

I am your Lord, your father and mother

You are my prey, and I the Piranha

Now pack up your shit, let’s go to Guyana

Through the brush, machetes that mangle the jungle

Clear a path for revernd’s wrath

The compound appears in the midst of all th thicket

He sold you a lie, and you went ahead and purchased the ticket

I’m your God, I’m your Jesus

I gave you life in this Utopia… All this for us!

Praised be the People’s Temple

Praised be those I’ve fixed

There’s only one way out of Jonestown, and it sits in the drinks we’ve mixed

Assassinating embassy officials

Gunned down, on the airport runway

Let the night roar!

Cyanide will help us hide, and take us to the other side

Don’t fight the wine, it’s a gift, it’s divine

Choke upon your bile as you bleed out your eyes

A slow pathetic panic of a human demise

Collapse and rot in a massive grave

Religion was a fallacy you dead, bloated slave

Stiff and contorted you diminish

Bet you thought you’d go out with a grimace