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?
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 xtacy
how does it feel?
i am so dirty on on the inside
how does it feel?
suck
a thousand lips a thousand tongues
a thousand throats a thousand lungs
a thousand ways to make it true
i want to do terrible things to you
trent did actually co-write this one. hmm. at the beginning he observes
that there is no god, or at least that god isn't concerned with him. i think
he decides to seek the answers to life in sex "the temple walls are made of
flesh". he's free to do whatever he wants with or to her, because there's no
god. he is his own christ, and he is unfettered by morality. he is corrupt,
he is dirty, and he is unstoppable.
-alexa
