Ghetto Blasphemer - Rabbit Junk

Analysis of a pop culture cultist

Honey-sweet idolatry of the purist

Each godling rotting on a pedestal

Their children gone feral

And their worshipers bent perpetual

Intellectual

Insulated by their own conviction

Righteous in the mirror of a single opinion

So vulnerable

With their backs turned

Stroking their reflection

Drowning in their vanity

Feels good to be a what, what, what, what

Nothing’s holy

Feels good to be a what, what, what, what

That’s man-made

Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta

Feels good, feels good

We are the ga-ga-ga-ga

Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta

Feels good, feels good

We are the

Ghetto Blasphemer

And this is what you should fucking fear

Corruption

Of all you hold dear

In a world where nothing is as it appears

Locked away

In the darkest depths

Possibilities

That they fear to contemplate

Where we reside

Forever with our eyes

Looking on as they struggle

Against the rising tide

And there I was, behind it all

In the shadows, in the cracks in the walls

Under beds and inside their heads whispering

That the end is near

Future obsidian

I feed on fear

Feels good to be a what, what, what, what

Nothing’s sacred

Feels good to be a what, what, what, what

Your?

wasted

Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta

Feels good, feels good

We are the ga-ga-ga-ga

Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta

Feels good, feels good

We are the

Ghetto Blasphemer

And this is what you should fucking fear

Corruption

Of all you hold dear

In a world where nothing is as it appears

Bang!

Feels good to be a what, what, what, what

Feels good to be a what, what, what, what

I fucking refuse to try and fit in

Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta

Feels good, feels good

We are the ga-ga-ga-ga

Feels good, feels good to be a gangsta

Feels good, feels good

We are the

Ghetto Blasphemer

And this is what you should fucking fear

Corruption

Of all you hold dear

In a world where nothing is as it appears