Excommunicated Songtext
von Thesaurus Rex

I wait on your reception line
As Yes men and their yas queens kiss your ring
Like Christ has risen
′Cause Baby hit the algorithm

You don't have any substance
But you got a lot of bread and holy wine
Devine creation
They call it Transubstantiation

Your following is swallowing
Your body but I′m not here to be saved
I want an explanation
I've been excommunicated

Tick tock kid we're getting older ever second
Tick tock Kid you know you gotta die to go to heaven
Maybe it′s an understatement
I think you′re overrated
Excuse me if its sacrilegious
I've been excommunicated


You were like my brother
But you traded me for buzzards at you feet
I can′t believe you sold your soul
To be a culture vulture

You've been holy ghosting me
Posting but you don′t pick up your phone
And as I reach you throne
There's suddenly a change of tone

You say ′you miss me'
Yeah I miss you too
You lean in whispering
"just do what you came here do"
I kiss your cheek
I turn and leave
You feel the traitors all around you
Pulling swords from their sheaths

Tick tock kid we're getting older ever second
Tick tock Kid you know you gotta die to go to heaven
Maybe it′s an understatement
I think you′re overrated
Excuse me if its sacrilegious
I've been excommunicated


Tick tock kid
you know you gotta die to go to heaven
Maybe you′re overrated
You're paid to be pious
Radio Silence
It′s nauseating
I've been excommunicated