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Spiritual Cramp

Incurable disease on the day of rest

I go walking on water in a sea of incest

I've got the image of Jesus embedded in my chest

I can't leave home without my bulletproof vestKilling myself for the perfect honeymoon

Fighting with scorpions, tied round my neck

I hear the pitter patter of a killer on the loose

Children use their fingers instead of wordsCrosses burn our temples on Slaughter Avenue

It takes too much time for me to say, "I refuse"

Time is digging graves for the chosen few

Children digging graves for me and youDescribe the illness, I'll prescribe the cure

Start your two day life on a two day vacation

Describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure

Start your two day life on a two day vacationSpiritual cramp going for my ribs, those gangsters toting guns

Are shooting spikes through my wrist

Children use their fingers instead of words

Fingers bury children under the boardsI 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, with bloodstained tears

My hands are the killers that confirm my fearsJesus, won't you touch me? Come into my heart

Where the hell are you when the fire starts?

I'm using my fingers, instead of words

I'm using my fingers, instead of wordsOn 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 beast

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