Lyrics Spiritual Cramp (Mission UK Mix) - Christian Death
Incurable
disease
on
the
day
of
rest
I'm
walking
on
water
in
a
sea
of
incest
I've
got
the
image
of
Jesus
embedded
in
my
chest
I
can't
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,
I'll
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
I'll
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?
I'm
using
my
fingers
instead
of
words...
(x2)
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...
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