Текст песни serpent in the church. - Notebook.

Couldn't be baptized with the common folk
They said I'd need a gasoline-bath, light, and a lot of smoke
My second-death while alive is a rotten joke
I just pray this half-life hits a stop and slows
I can milk it; steal a few more
Year-longs 'til I hit another ceilin'
Re-up the feelin' from the flame, but it's lukewarm
And the tape-worms in my skin are unappealin'
Every sin I've done is buildin'
Into a monstrosity within me
Resisting any pity. I just want to slither through the holy land
Never hold a hand. Oly Oly Oxen Free
Switching sides. The pact's price was a sacrifice
And Jehovah's stance is: my worth keeps bottoming
Giving tithes is me when I'm popped and bleed to death
Head-shot. I need some rest

Take my body now. It don't belong to me
Forget about my Wake and let me fall asleep
The angels in my choir, they can hardly sing, or breathe
Claw marks across the throat; third-degree burns
Chop in half the body of the serpent in the church

I heard that Satan's a whore
I don't know why I'm so laced with allure
She'll suck you dry in the name of the Lord
Our relations are more the sensation of war
I'm a reptile from her X-Files
She did me so vile. That's her sex-style
A million ways to die; I chose
This grimy, psycho bitch. I'm left stifled
She told me to take my time
And maybe I'll see she's decent
In ways, it just feeds my descent
Being chained to her needs and grievances
I'm faithless and see deceit is
The only communication I'll be receivin'
My scales are no longer a safe harbor
Don't trust a snake-charmer

Take my body now. It don't belong to me
Forget about my Wake and let me fall asleep
The angels in my choir, they can hardly sing, or breathe
Claw marks across the throat; third-degree burns
Chop in half the body of the serpent in the church