Spiritual Cramp - Christian Death

Incurable disease on a day of rest

Walking on water on a sea of incest

I’ve got the image of Jesus

embedded on my chest

I can’t leave home without my

bullet proof vest

Killing myself on the perfect honeymoon

fighting with scorpions tied around my neck

while I hear the pitter patter

of a killer on the loose

children use their fingers instead of words

crosses burn our temples

on slaughter avenue

It takes too much time for me to say 'I refuse'

Time is digging graves for the chosen few

Children digging graves for me and you

Describe the illness I’ll prescribe the cure

start your two day life

on a two day vacation

Describe the illness I’ll prescribe the cure

start your two day life

on a two day vacation

spiritual cramp going for my ribs

Those gangsters toting guns

are shooting spikes through my wrist

children use their fingers instead of words

and fingers bury children under the boards

I can die a thousand times

But I will always be here

with the powder skull secrets

of forgotten years

the hangman’s noose is drenched

with bloodstained tears

my hands are the killers that confirm

my fears

Jesus won’t you touch me

come into my heart

but where the hell are you

when the fire starts?

Im using my fingers instead of words

Im using my fingers instead of words

On a mission of the father

to reduce the gates of hell

the ivory bone eyed mother’s flesh

is starting to swell

I’m setting twenty-two tables

for the funeral feast

Satan is by far the kindest beast.