I've killed The Messiah im sure of it.
I've put a halt to the second coming
Forgive me Madonna The Son is dead, put to sleep with my silver bullet.
Forgive me Madonna he's been lain to rest...not in your lap.
But between the bodies,
of a dozen men
He is not alone in
death.
but he did not go peacefully, choking on his blessed
blood.
The blood he shed is not my
remedy.
The scars he took on, no they're not healing me.
1000 lashes.
1000 shrapnel pieces.
Forgive me madonna, i've killed your son.

















