Extreme - Evilangelist

Little lamb come out of The rain You’ll catch your death in The cold A helping hand to come ease The pain In peace you’ll rest in Our fold I can be a watch Towering light For those of you who can’t see I’ll separate the truth From the lies Blind faithful come follow me Evilangelist You name is on my list I’m your evilangelist In what God you trust Close your eyes while i Hypnotize A friend in need to confess You’ve been denied the cock Crowed thrice Surrender all you possess Evilangelist Your name is on my list I’m your evilangelist I was betrayed by a kiss So many claim To come in thy name Promising peace they’ll bring Lest ye taste The fruit of the vine They’re just wolves in Sheep’s clothing