Hold Your Bible

When I depart from Earth,
I want to go to Heaven,
Coz am a work of Art,
It's easy to tell.
It don't make sense going to Hell with the bad spirits,
Naked.
I like white robes and golden crowns.
They'll probably have me chained,
No praying all day, no getting my soul cleansed.
Crying with the bad spirits,
Suffering in Gehena,
Forget that trap!
I want to worship GOD and feel nice.