Hard Lines Sunken Cheeks

As a child I was given the gift to entertain you
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you
I drink all day, I smoke all day
I took your daughter's breath away
I've done it all but tap the vein
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you
My soul for a goat
Yet I'll outlive the old
You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is inspiration
Like a junkie I hurt for it, a bad trip, the emptiness
I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of fulfillment, to me is me, the big picture
These hard lines and sunken cheeks
Are part of what the Christians mean to immortalize my situation
My soul for a goat
Yet I'll outlive the old
Embrace some religion. To get close to some
Undivine ejaculation point
Simply to thy ghost I cling
Simply to thy ghost I reject
Simply to thy ghost I give spit
Tempter, tempting, tempt me, molest me, you know that I'll submit
For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships with those Christians
You know they'll sell you!
My soul for a goat
Yet I'll outlive the old