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There is no god up in the sky tonightNo sign of Heaven anywhere in sightAll that was true is left behindOnce I could see now I am blindDon't want the dreams you try to sellThis disease I give it to myself
How does it feel?Suck suck suck
She makes it sweeter than the sunI get too tight I come undoneI bow my head to confessThe temple walls are made of fleshRuns up my arm till I'm on trackItches the skin right off my backI'll heal your woundsI'll set you freeI'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy
How does it feel?Suck suck suck
I feel so dirty on the insideI am so dirty on the inside
How does it feel?Suck suck suck
A thousand lipsA thousand tonguesA thousand throatsA thousand lungsA thousand ways to make it trueI want to do terrible things to you