Spiritual Cramp

Incurable disease on the day of rest
Im walking on water in a sea of incest
Ive got the image of Jesus embedded in my chest
I cant leave home without my bullet proof vest
Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
Fighting with scorpions tied round my neck
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 dig the graves of me and you
Describe the illness, Ill prescribe the cure
start your two day life on a two day vacation... (x2)
Spiritual cramp going for my ribs
Those gangsters toting guns are shooting spikes through my wrist
Children use their fingers instead of words
Fingers bury children under the boards
I can die a thousand times, But Ill always be here
With the powder skull secrets of forgotten years
The hangman noose is drenched with bloodstained tears
My hands are the killers that confirm my fears
Jesus wont you touch me, come into my heart
Where the Hell are you, when the fire starts?
Im using my fingers instead of words... (x2)
On a mission of the father to reduce the gates of hell
The ivory bone eyed mothers flesh is starting to swell
Im setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast...