Immaculate Infection

Speak of the son. No father brings the holy one
From cloven hoofs to claws to thorns, his rise to power has begun
Among your thieves, there lays another dying mouth to feed
Another filthy beast, your savior lives on wounded knees
Behold a rosy ring
A kingdom of shit breeds afflicted kings
A messiah of elbows and knees
I will spread the infection immaculately