Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks

As a child I was given the gift to entertain you

But through the blood I inherited a life that could destroy you

I drink all day. I smoke all day.

I took Madonna's breath away. I've done it all but tap the vein



These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons

All these cristians come alive and try and sell you

My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old



You know he'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 cristians 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 cristians

You know they'll sell you my soul for a goat

Yet I'll outlive the old