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Spiritual Cramp
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Incurable disease on the day of rest
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I'm walking on water in a sea of incest
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I've got the image of Jesus
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Imbedded in my chest
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I can't leave home without my
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Bullet proof vest
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Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
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Fighting with scorpions tied round my neck
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I hear the pitter patter
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Of a killer on the loose
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Children use their fingers instead of words
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Crosses burn our temples
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On slaughter avenue
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It takes too much time to say "i refuse"
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Time is digging graves for the chosen few
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Children dig the graves of me and you
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Describe the illness i'll prescribe the cure
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Start your two day life
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On a two day vacation
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I've got a spiritual cramp going for my rib
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Those gangsters toting guns
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Are shooting spikes in my wrist
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Children use their fingers instead of words
Fingers bury children under the boards
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I can die a thousand times
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But i will always be here
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With the powder skull secrets
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Of forgotten years
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The hangman's noose is drenched
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With bloodstained tears
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My hands are the killer that confirms
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My fears
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Jesus won't you touch me
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Come into my Heart
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Where the hell are you
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When the fire starts?
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On a mission of the father
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To reduce the gates of hell
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The ivory bone eyed mother's flesh
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Is starting to swell
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I'm setting twenty-two tables
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For the funeral feast
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Satan is by far the kindest guest
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