A Perfect Circle "The Doomed" Songtext

The Doomed

Behold a new ChristBehold the same old hordeGather at the alteringNew beginning, new wordAnd the word was deathAnd the word was without lightThe new beatitude:"Good luck, you're on your own"

Blessed are the fornicatesMay we bend down to be their whoresBlessed are the richMay we labor, deliver them moreBlessed are the enviousBless the slothful, the wrathful, the vainBlessed are the gluttonousMay they feast us to famine and war

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?All doomedAll doomed

Behold a new ChristBehold the same old hordeGather at the alteringNew beginning, new wordAnd the word was deathAnd the word was without lightThe new beatitude:"Good luck..."

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?What of the righteous?What of the charitable?What of the truthful, the dutiful, the decent?

Doomed are the poorDoomed are the peacefulDoomed are the meekDoomed are the mercifulFor the word is now deathAnd the word is now without lightThe new beatitude:"Fuck the doomed, you're on your own"