Incurable disease on the day of rest

Walking on water in a sea of incest

I've got an image of Jesus

embedded on my chest

I can't leave home without my

bullet proof vest

Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon

fighting with scorpions tied around my neck

I hear the pitter patter

of a killer on the loose

children using their fingers instead of words

crosses burn your temples

on slaughter avenue

It takes too much time to say 'I refuse'

Time is digging graves for the chosen few

Children dig graves for me and you

Describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure

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 trenched

with bloodstains of tears

my hands are the killer that confirms

my tears

Jesus won't you touch me

come into my heart

where the Hell are you

when the fire starts?

On a mission of the father

to reduce the gates of hell

the ivory bone eyed mother's flesh

is starting to swell

I'm setting twenty-two tables

for the funeral feast

Satan is by far the kindest guest