Six feet closer to god

Blood of Christ

That I no longer seek

Crucifucked

No longer turning the other cheek

When the bleach no longer cleans

Lace me up in black, let my wrist paint the sink

All is rust

That I no longer seek

Crucifucked

No longer turning the other cheek

When the bleach no longer cleans

Lace me up in black, let my wrist paint the sink

And the cycle keeps repeating

We will bathe in the tears of god till we rust the nails, let me wash my hands of me

I saw through holy light as though the stars shot from my eyes

Is there anything left to say?

Sign my wrist and let this blade do the talking

Under the fluorescence cold where the light shall surely soon depart me

Depart

Spoiled substance fill me up with misery until i lose the memory succumbing to my injuries of god's deeds

Of god's deeds

Like a canker sore on the lips of the lord

They would never dare to speak my name

Until I close my eyes

I'll only feel myself in pain

No one will miss me when I'm dead

We will bathe in the tears of god till we rust like the nails hammered in the cross

We will bathe in the tears of god till we rust like the nails hammered in the cross

We all rust

Blood of Christ

That I no longer seek

Crucifucked

No longer turning the other cheek

When the bleach no longer cleans

Lace me up in black, let my wrist paint the sink

On my knees

So he can martyr me?

Canonised

Rip me apart like the other saints?

When the bleach no longer cleans

Lace me up in black, let my wrist paint the sink

We all leave in a bodybag

Home sweet home in a casket

We all leave in a bodybag

Home sweet home in a casket

We all leave in a bodybag