The story reads like a transcript of heaven
With sets of seven and bread that’s unleavened
Till the part where they pierce him with the nails
But there’s devils in the details
Straight to hell gone cloistered in your cell
Like I’m speaking glossolalia let me tell ya
Its so strange cause the feel never fails
But there’s devils in the details
Straight away till there’s nothing left to say
Let it spread like mass hysteria did it scare ya?
You can seek just don’t peek behind the veils