Coyote
Those eyes
Son lies
Can't hide

Cardinal cartel
Pockets are full
Corrupt intel
Face down in the pool

Power absolute
An orgy institute
Who'll pluck the fruit
From the stems of our screaming youth?

In the cathedral of zombie brothers
Under the altar of child-lovers
Chamber of refracted colors
Church of the mother-fuckers!

Beneath a robe of silken grime
Over the shame of nursery rhymes
Across the hills and tunnels low
Release the chamber., pop, and go!

Pray!
It's all on tape
All on tape: You!
Cardinal cartel

Pockets are full
Corrupt intel
Face down in the pool
Power absolute

An orgy institute
Who'll pluck the fruit
From the stems of our screaming youth?
Celebrate

Baby rape
Under the cape
Baby rape
(Puto)
Coyote