I will not meditate on this sermon
Heaven's gate is burning,
so we self-medicate with bourbon.
While their collection plate gets turned into a purse
I've turned into a second-rate person,
but I'm not the first.

This isn't your typical cry for help.
I tried to melt, but someone stopped the trickling with a bible belt
Reminded me of tourniquets and heroin nods.
Now that, that right there, that's one hell of a God.

You can't match magic with an addict who's got a map and compass
In order to find a substance and match stick that functions
A searching and fearless immoral inventory
'Til every person with a story begins to bore me

I did what i had to do to get
To the place where your face wasn't such a blurry mess
I packed all your favorite promises and words that we kept,
You werent hard to find, all it took was 13 steps...

This post was edited by Gorikain on Sep 17 2008 09:14pm

The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around

It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound,
my head down, my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.

Do unto others, what has been done to me,
Do unto others, what has been done to you?

I'm treading water,
I need to sleep a while.
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
Won't you come on up closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
Release in sodomy.
Oh, for one sweet moment I am whole.

Do unto you now, what has been done to me,
Do unto you now, what has been done?

You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won't you come on a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this.
I need this to make me whole.
Release in sodomy.
For I am your witness and
blood and flesh can be trusted.(X2)
And only this one holy medium brings me peace of mind.

Got your hands bound, your head down,
your eyes closed.
You look so precious now.

( Show me something
Thought I could make it end
Thought I could wash the stains away
Thought I could break the circle if I
Slipped right into your skin
So sweet was your surrender
We have become one
I have become my terror
And you my precious lamb and martyr.) *

I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
shit, blood, and cum on my hands.

I've...come...round...full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over, soon.
You look so precious.(X4)
You look so precious, now,
You look so precious...

pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

putcha dick in her mouth
putcha dick in her mouth
putcha dick in her mouth
putcha dick in her mouth
putcha dick in her mouth
putcha dick in her mouth

God's not a woman, he's a big white guy in the sky
and the deserts are reflections of his eyes

He doesn't cry for ussssss,
but when he does
-it's cuz he's drunk.

Just kill me, i cant breathe
Im guiding myself right to the end
i can't learn, come to terms.
with the sickness that makes me crash and burn

you spin me round baby right now

Land mine has taken my sight, taken my speech, taken my hearing, taken my arms, taken my leg, taken my soul, left me with life in hell.

Ruthless, my style as a juvenile.