Текст песни christian death - Spiritual Cramp (rozz)
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Incurable disease on the day of restWalking on water in a sea of incestI`ve got an image of Jesusembedded on my chestI can`t leave home without mybullet proof vestKilling myself for the perfect honeymoonfighting with scorpions tied around my neckI hear the pitter patterof a killer on the loosechildren using their fingers instead of wordscrosses burn your templeson slaughter avenueIt takes too much time to say `I refuse`Time is digging graves for the chosen fewChildren dig graves for me and youDescribe the illness I`ll prescribe the curestart your two day lifeon a two day vacationI`ve got a spiritual cramp going for my ribsThose gangsters toting gunsare shooting spikes through my wristchildren using their fingers instead of wordsFingers bury children under the boardsI can die a thousand timesBut I will always be herewith the power skull secretsof forgotten yearsthe hangman`s noose is trenchedwith bloodstains of tearsmy hands are the killer that confirmsmy tearsJesus won`t you touch mecome into my heartwhere the Hell are youwhen the fire starts?On a mission of the fatherto reduce the gates of hellthe ivory bone eyed mother`s fleshis starting to swellI`m setting twenty-two tablesfor the funeral feastSatan is by far the kindest guest