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 took your daughter's breath away

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, I 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

(Simply to thy ghost I cling)

(Simply to thy ghost I reject)

(Simply to thy ghost I give spit)

(Simply to thy ghost I cling)

(Simply to thy ghost I reject)

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