Like a Storm - Pure Evil Lyrics
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Pure Evil
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What Are The Lyrics For Pure Evil By Like a Storm?
Wipe that smile off your face
You immaculate disgrace 'Cause heaven knows A prayer won't save you now You wear the halo of a saint To hide the venom of a snake Built your kingdom on a lie So watch it all come crashing down now You prophet of hate You profit from faith Truth-less, two-faced, two bit Fuckin' hypocrite How does it feel? How does it feel? The day has come To pay for what you've done Sinner revealed Tell me how does it feel? So pure within your soul Pure evil If your blackened heart believes In the righteous words you speak You know heaven will send hell for you And bring you to your knees You prophet of hate You profit from faith Truth-less, two-faced, two bit Fuckin' hypocrite How does it feel? How does it feel? The day has come To pay for what you've done Sinner revealed Tell me how does it feel? So pure within your soul Pure evil So pray to your god Pray for your soul Pray as your throne burns slowly Pray to your god Pray for your soul Pray as your throne burns slowly now How does it feel How does it feel? The day has come To pay for what you've done Sinner revealed Tell me how does it feel? Truthless, two-faced, two bit Fuckin' hypocrite How does it feel Tell me how does it feel? So pure within your soul Pure evil The day has come To pay for what you've done Pay for what you've done What you've done, what you've done |
Who Wrote Pure Evil By Like a Storm?
Chris Brooks, Matt Brooks, Kent Brooks
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