Christ Songtext
von Ashbury Heights

Devilgod paralyzed
By unreasonable fear
High on expectations
Drunk on Perriér

Devilgod analyzed
By the best and the beast
A sovereign of madmen
At the very least

Make my day, my world, my Silverchair
Make your way all through my faux despair

Clap your hands, you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands, you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
I′m coming now, it won't be long
Before I am your Antichrist


Devilgod, demonesque
Apalling deity deteste
Vanity incarnate
Malicious manifest

Devilgod desperate
To retain his cheap glamour
We′re all paper stars now
At point de non-retour

Make my day, my world, my Silverchair
Make your way all through my faux despair

Clap your hands, you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands, you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
I'm coming now, it won't be long
Before I am your Antichrist

Make my day, my world, my Silverchair
Make your way all through my faux despair


Clap your hands, you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands, you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
I′m coming now, it won′t be long
Before I am your Antichrist

Clap your hands, you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
The moment that you dig this song
I will become your newborn Christ

Clap your hands, you motherfuckers
Buy the record, sing along
I'm coming now, it won′t be long
Before I am your Antichrist
Before I am your Antichrist