Текст (слова) песни: Pantera - Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks
As a child I was given the gift to entertain you. But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you. I drink all day. I smoke all day. I`ve done it all but tap The vein. These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons All these Christians come alive and try to sell you My soul for a goat, yet I`ll outlive the old. You know it`s bad, some may say sad, a hangover is Inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the Emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture. These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of What the Christians mean to immortalize my situation. My soul for a goat. Yet I`ll outlive the old. Embrace some religion. To get close to some Undivine ejaculation point. Simply to thy ghost I cling. Simply to thy ghost I reject. Simply to thy ghost I give spit. Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I`ll Submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships With those Christians. You know they`ll sell you my soul For a goat. Yet I`ll outlive the old.
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