Suck

There is no God up in the sky tonight No sign of Heaven anywhere in sight All that was true is left behind Once I could see, now I am blind Don't want your dreams you try to sell This disease I give to myself How does it feel? How does it feel? She makes it sweeter than the sun I get too tight, I come undone I bow my head to confess The temple walls are made of flesh Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track Itches my skin right off of my back I'll heal your wounds, I'll set you free I'm Jesus Christ on Ecstacy How does it feel? How does it feel? I am so dirty on, on the inside I am so dirty on, on the inside I am so dirty on, on the inside I am so dirty on, on the inside How does it feel? How does it feel? Suck (suck) Suck (suck) Suck (suck) Suck (suck) A thousand lips, a thousand tongues A thousand throats, a thousand lungs A thousand ways to make it true I want to make terrible things to you