Mother of God

Born to raise Hell Curse, kick, yell Gasping for air The prisoner's dilemma Could easily hurt someone Having committed myself Crimes I could not do In search of an Angry Mother of God The Hand and the Road Where do I stand? In indiscretions God is Not a Saint So let me get rich and pass Through the eye of the needle Into thee, Domus Aurea Omina sont communia In glorious Domus Aurea The sun shines On saints and sinners Alike and God is not a saint So let me get rich and pass Through the eye of the needle In search of an angry Mother of God The hand and the rod The foot and the yard Theotokos! Drain the blood from my face Drag me from this foul place Through the eye of the keyhole Into Glory Domus Aurea