The Temple Lyrics

I drive in my jail cell, church in my van

Gonna make for a break as fast as I can

Crossing over the desert armed with my creation

Log into the spirit to find my salvation

Maybe, maybe, it's good to be king

On a mission from God with a gut full of hate

Flee the Post-Traumatic agents, they've scrambled my fate

I can hear the Temple calling, my crusade is clear

Acolytes on the livestream downloading my fear

Maybe, maybe, it's good to be king

In the City of Vices, the bullets, they fly

Blinking text of the danger alight in the sky

I'm abandoned and wanted, you've forsaken my signs

So I drive in my jail cell till deliverance is mine

Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe...