Jim Jones: "Keep your emotions down. Keep your emotions down. Children, it will not hurt. If you'd be--if you'll be quiet. If you'll be quiet."      We're gathered here to be splattered here   Along the wall in a circular shape   Just like a pill washed down with laudanum   We corrode our insides      Hands stretched to the crooked cross   We sing in a heavenly way   Our bodies burn in euphoria   Because we've become the slaves      As I crawl down the altar   I see no heaven here   But only illusions   That start to seem so real   And I worship   Worship you      I pray for bulimic bliss   But her poison is forever   Inside my soon-to-be corpse   In her church there's no remorse      I worship your face divine   Pledge allegiance to your name   I surrender this life   Because there's opium in my veins      As I crawl down the altar   I see no heaven here   But only illusions   That start to seem so real      I... I...   I worship your face divine   Pledge allegiance to your name   I surrender this life   Because there's opium in my veins