Suck (same On Nearly All Versions)
There is no god up in the sky, tonight
No sign of heaven, anywhere in sight
All that was true is left behind
Once i could see now i am blind
Don't want the dream you try to sell
This disease i give to myself
how does it feel?
suck suck suck
She makes it sweeter than the sun
It gets 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
It rips the skin right off my back
I heal your wounds i set you free
I'm jesus christ on ecstacy
how does it feel?
suck suck suck
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
how does it feel?
suck suck suck