Misa de Sanazión

Blessed is the one who in the name of charity and goodwill
Leads the weak through the valley of darkness
For truly, he is their shepherd and the guide of lost souls
And then I will unleash my fury with great vengeance and terrible wrath
Upon those who try to poison and destroy my brothers
And then they will know that I am the Lord

Ah, this is getting good
Brothers and sisters, we’re back for the good of humanity
Amen

Fa-zeta
We make you a believer
Be-be—be-be-liever
We-we make you a believer
Be-be-be—be-be-liever

I’m not Catholic, an anarcho-lyrical religious
I sacrifice for my audience in every rite (that’s right)
Cursed poet, I crucify sadness (ah)
Fireworks (come on)
Rap to everyone, I invite (that’s right)

Live, I practice democracy (eh)
This church started with a demo, let’s give thanks (thanks)
No one here is forced
Even the sinner comes to get blessed

So many false prophets (false) want to shine with mine
I stepped away from the light, the one everyone chased (out, out)
One day we’ll leave (bah-bah), that’s why we celebrate
Drinking like gods (haha), living like pagans (feeling)
We bring December early
To the psalm we respond: We’re not leaving without a bang

On Monday I rise again, I’m not Christ the Redeemer
But I get to the ranch and they shout: Finally, the Lord has come

For the saints (whatever they want)
What’s there to do?
For the believers (whatever they want)
How was it? (The pack)

For the she-devils (whatever they want)
What’s there to do?
For the losers (whatever they want)
How was it? (The pack)

We’re back to sanctify the parties (oh)
I bathe them in beer, I’m John the Baptist (who else?)
In every mass (ah) I turn water into tapetuza (uh)
May the scythe find us dead from laughter (nothing)

Want gluten-free bread? I’ll multiply Saturdays instead (uh-uh-uh)
Don’t worship idols, you’ll end up hating them (prra)
We don’t want tithes, just healing (healing)
Let the sinners in without asking for forgiveness (welcome)

I was with Narváez talking about reincarnation
Drunk with Johnny Blaze on judgment day (ah)
I went up with Erick to the mountain to give the sermon (oh)
Pay attention to the parables of this apostle
(I)
When Biggie rewrote the commandments, we went straight to hell (uh-huh)

On Monday I rise again, I’m not Christ the Redeemer
But I get to the ranch and they shout: Finally, the Lord has come

For the saints (whatever they want)
What’s there to do?
For the believers (whatever they want)
How was it? (The pack)

For the she-devils (whatever they want)
What’s there to do?
For the losers (whatever they want)
How was it? (The pack)

Put your faith in it
Let yourself go
If they shout: Amen
You can go in peace