There is no god up in the sky tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight
All that was succed is left behind
Once I could see now I am blind
Don't want your dreams you try to succ
This disease I give to myself
How does it feel?
Succ Fish makes it sweeter than the sun
I get too tight I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls are made of flesh
Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track
Itches my skin right off of my back
I'll heal your wounds
I'll succ you free
I'm Jesus Christ on Ecstacy
How does it feel?
Succ
Succ
[whispered]
I am so dirty on on the inside
How does it feel?
Succ
Succ
Succ
Succ
[whispered]
A thousand lips a thousand tongues
A thousand throats a thousand lungs
A thousand ways to make it true
I want to do terrible things to you
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