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Incurable disease on the day of rest
Walking on water in a sea of incest
embedded on my chest
I've got an image of Jesus
I can't leave home without my
bullet proof vest
fighting with scorpions tied around my neck
Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
I hear the pitter patter
of a killer on the loose
children using their fingers instead of words
on slaughter avenue
crosses burn our temples
It takes too much time for me to say 'I refuse'
Time is digging graves for the chosen few
Describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure
Children digging graves for me and you
start your two day life
on a two day vacation
I've got a spiritual cramp going for my ribs
Those gangsters toting guns
are shooting spikes through my wrist
children using their fingers instead of words
Fingers bury children under the boards
I can die a thousand times
But I will always be here
with the power skull secrets
of forgotten years
the hangman's noose is drenched
my hands are the killers that confirm
with bloodstained tears
Jesus won't you touch me
my fears
where the Hell are you
On a mission of the father
come into my heart
when the fire starts?
the ivory bone eyed mother's flesh
to reduce the gates of hell
is starting to swell
I'm setting twenty-two tables
for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast
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