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 describe the illness i ll prescribe the cure start your two day life on a two day vacation 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 s noose is drenched with bloodstained tears my hands are the killers that confirm my fears jesus won t you touch me come into my heart where the hell are you when the fire starts i m using my fingers instead of words i m using my fingers instead of words 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 beast5