Saintseneca Timshel
[Verse 1]
Your supplications could supply cash enough
To suck up even to the worst luck
So if I'm longing for all the wrong things
I shouldn't long linger on such
[Verse 2]
Good-hearted Christians
Whip out their weapons
Push them against some sinner's side
Well-wishing witches
Were something with which
To burn your sins and sticks alike
[Verse 3]
You're conspicuous
So I pick you up
Gonna push you against these teeth
So if you want me
Get out and grapple
The flavor of the eater is sweeter to the apple
[Pre-Chorus]
I was hoping we would open nothing of this sort
Without warning we would join in
And how the blood would pour
Though you're Abel still unstable
I would be your Cain
[Chorus]
Ooh
No one takes your time
Ooh
No one but I
Ooh
No one takes your time
Ooh
No, no one but I