Rotten in salvation
Muted due to dreams
Devoted in the orgasms
Of raging frantic sins
Suffering through cancer
Eating all the pills
Words are only letters
In the book that kills
Deception of the prayer
Beginning of all lies
Holy Grounds of maggots
Are we here to die?
The cross sells only porno
To our washed up minds
Tomorrows of the angels
Seduced by the cry

Crawling in the dark
Feeling like a worm
The only real exit is
The “glory hole”
Serpents are your fingers
Without the middle one
Holy blood for sinners
We are all undone