As a child I was given the gift to entertain you
But through blood I inherited A life that could
destrou you. I drink all day. I smoke all day.
I've done it all but tap the vein.

These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these christians come alive and try and sell you
My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old.
You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is
inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip the, the
emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of
fullfilment to me is me. The big picture.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of
what the christians immortalize my situation
My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old
Embrace some religion. To get close to some
undivine ejaculation point.
Simply to thy ghost I cling.
Simply to thy ghost I reject.
Simply to thy ghost I give spit.

Tempter, tempting,tempt me. Molest me. You know
that I'll submit. For this is my weakness and it
saves me from relationships with these
christians. You know they'll sell you my soul
for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.