All Hail - Prostitute Songtext
von Prostitute

They come for me
"Be quiet or be killed"
They said they′d come for me
Who's voice do they obey?
Who sent these dogs for me?
And if I die, then I die
It was only flesh to me
Now I see

They come for me
"Be quiet or be killed"
They said they′d come for me
All men are dancers on a thread
Weightless and hovering
Their eyes, petrified, and wandering
Now I see


They come for me yet
Motherfuckers should be crowning me
The detainees form a chorus
For the gospels shaped in lunacy
I've seen it all
I've done it all
I′ve lived it all before
The last I heard they fall like
Confetti to the floor

And I know, I know, I know, I know
(Pressure)
I know, I know, I know, I know
(Taught as skin)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Through my bones and through my limbs)
I know pressure
I know pressure, god, no
(Inshallah, fatwa, my kin)
But I know
And I know, I know, I know, I know
(Pressure)
I know, I know, I know, I know
(Taught as skin)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Through my bones and through my limbs)
Why you hide
I still know the same hands are on me
(Inshallah, fatwa, my kin)


And I′ve seen red
Hallowed are the gutted pores
Of a body born from wreckage
Gagged and bound to the floor
Let a fool rush in, any and all I'd devour
I′m the motherfucker who took down the towers
Call me backstabber, kafir, heir to a whore
Damocles hung, cut the cord
I hear them coming through the door
Through the door
Through the door
Through the door

And I know, I know, I know, I know
(Pressure)
I know, I know, I know, I know
(Taught as skin)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Through my bones and through my limbs)
I know pressure
I know pressure, god, no
(Inshallah, fatwa, my kin)
But I know
And I know, I know, I know, I know
(Pressure)
I know, I know, I know, I know
(Taught as skin)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Through my bones and through my limbs)
Why you hide
(Inshallah, fatwa, my kin)
I still know
I still know
I still know

See how they rush in
In twos or threes or more
I want them to know
True glory's claimed through gore
The crown′s a ring of cronies salivating 'round the throne
Put up your hands, hands, hands, hands
For the submission of a pig
The coronation of a snitch
The rise and fall of a bitch
Their epitaph, a header
"Forty hours of terror"
A wealthy life spent
Body bent like a beggar′s
"Alhamdulillah" chants the tenors
"Alhamdulillah" croon the sick
All Hail the bastard daggered, dumped, and rotting in a ditch
The symphony strains, once coordinated, now collapsed
The curtain unveils to expose the crowd's final, palsied laughs
Ten rounds to purge the jury
One martyr made complete
Just watch me push the button
And make history repeat

And I know, I know, I know, I know
(Pressure)
I know, I know, I know, I know
(Taught as skin)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Through my bones and through my limbs)
I know pressure
I know no gods, none above, nor below
(Inshallah, fatwa, my kin)
But I know
And I know, I know, I know, I know
(Pressure)
I know, I know, I know, I know
(Taught as skin)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
(Through my bones and through my limbs)
Why you hide
So how are you gonna stop me?
How are you gonna stop me?
Who's gonna stop me?