Spiritual Cramp (rozz) — текст песни (christian death)

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