Temles of Desire

Incurable disease on the day of rest
Walking on water in a sea of incest
I've got an image of Jesusembedded on my chest
I can't leave home without mybullet proof vest
Killing myself for the perfect honeymoonfighting with scorpions tied around my neck
I hear the pitter patterof a killer on the loosechildren using their fingers instead of wordscrosses burn your templeson slaughter avenue
It takes too much time to say 'I refuse'Time is digging graves for the chosen few
Children dig graves for me and you
Describe the illness I'll prescribe the curestart your two day lifeon a two day vacation
I've got a spiritual cramp going for my ribs
Those gangsters toting gunsare shooting spikes through my wristchildren using their fingers instead of words
Fingers bury children under the boards
I can die a thousand times
But I will always be herewith the power skull secretsof forgotten yearsthe hangman's noose is trenchedwith bloodstains of tearsmy hands are the killer that confirmsmy tears
Jesus won't you touch mecome into my heartwhere the Hell are youwhen the fire starts? On a mission of the fatherto reduce the gates of hellthe ivory bone eyed mother's fleshis starting to swell
I'm setting twenty-two tablesfor the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest guest