Текст (слова) песни: christian death - Spiritual Cramp (rozz)
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
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