Jesus Fucking Christ
Adam Dasilva, Corey Gregory
Jesus Christ ate shit
Now thinks this life is his
What a graceless love
Mark my words, come night
He'll sport his cloak and scythe
Armed with painless drugs
Free me from this burn
Bugs and rodents
Cloud my judgement
Some days?
...Feels like Always
I'm really trying to avoid you
Or at least a little bit
Okay not really i admit
You always find your way back in
SOMETHING SPECIAL
I heard you coming
So i ran the other way
Well it's been so long
And i can't bare another day
The all wise night
Even in broad daylight
As if a puppeteer,
He whispers in my ear
You goddamn kids!
I'm the son of a bitch
Who makes it hard to sleep
And I'm never gonna leave!
Dear god,
Just leave