| Jim Jones: "Keep your emotions down. Keep your emotions down. Children, it will not hurt. If you'd be--if you'll be quiet. If you'll be quiet." | |
| We're gathered here to be splattered here | |
| Along the wall in a circular shape | |
| Just like a pill washed down with laudanum | |
| We corrode our insides | |
| Hands stretched to the crooked cross | |
| We sing in a heavenly way | |
| Our bodies burn in euphoria | |
| Because we've become the slaves | |
| As I crawl down the altar | |
| I see no heaven here | |
| But only illusions | |
| That start to seem so real | |
| And I worship | |
| Worship you | |
| I pray for bulimic bliss | |
| But her poison is forever | |
| Inside my soon-to-be corpse | |
| In her church there's no remorse | |
| I worship your face divine | |
| Pledge allegiance to your name | |
| I surrender this life | |
| Because there's opium in my veins | |
| As I crawl down the altar | |
| I see no heaven here | |
| But only illusions | |
| That start to seem so real | |
| I... I... | |
| I worship your face divine | |
| Pledge allegiance to your name | |
| I surrender this life | |
| Because there's opium in my veins |