Sick God
Drop down on your knees and beg for the saviour
to give you nothing
the blessed liquor that fills it's veins
holly bitterness

to wash down your sins and give you faith
to start all over
with the drunk state of the holy grace
all the earth preys for

so twisted minded roaming creature that holds up
his hope of ever beat it
ever giveup its nature of sickness of the fucking wander
shouting
again and again in the desert of its own flat minded brain
giving up in the end and starting all over again

to wash down your sins and give you faith
to start all over
with the drunk state of the holy grace
all the earth preys for

leave me out in the desert
i will have my peek of heaven
starve me up to death to see if
i wont lose my faith
send those red-eyed beasts to watch me
shivering the nights
then all you have to do is tell me
that i wont fit your strange desires