Letra de Spiritual Cramp - Christian Death
Letra de canci�n de Spiritual Cramp de Christian Death lyrics
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
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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 wont 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 beast
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
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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 wont 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 beast
