Pay up

There is no god or devil within,
no repentance for committing a sin.
Nothing while you take each breath.
Nothing after your timely death.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Down to the knees and pray towards me.
Don't piss off the god in which I see.
I would tell you to believe in yourself,
but how the fuck do I get your wealth.
I think I'll just lie,
I mean, you'll just fucking comply.
You'll believe.
Won't you.
Now pay up,
for this advice.
My god ain't nice.
It likes to do the kills,
I like getting bills.
So pay up, as you kneel.
My god is real.