GOD TONGUE

Failure of flesh

Depicted in ironic dread

Absolved of nothing

Atone in utter existence

Failure of flesh

Depicted in ironic dread

Absolved of nothing

Atone in utter existence

We all rot in the garden of flesh

Bloat divine in reeds of nothingness

Swallow the bread and vomit the moral

Forced into flesh, they consider this normal?

The imperfect minds, bio-illogical mess

You too will rot in the garden of flesh

Mass of mistakes, writhing as utter waste

It pulls strings in its chest

In an attempt to take you with it

Mass of mistakes, writhing as utter waste

It pulls strings in its chest

In an attempt to take you with it

We all will rot in the garden of flesh

Nothing more, nothing less we all cease to exist

Created in its image

Referenced from a broken mirror

Condemned genetically, inevitably forced to slither

Place on a crooked path and forced into the wrong direction

Mark the sign of the cross, this is now heathen season

And as we kneel on the bed of nails, all is forgiven

So long as all of us are obedient

Communion granted only under command

Privileged punishment promised in salvation

We're much too coward to piss upon Eden

So spread your legs, accept the crucifix

Rosaries choke just like a noose

Sadomasochistic fuck us to submission

Failure of flesh

Depicted in ironic dread

Absolved of nothing

Atone in utter existence

Failure of flesh

Depicted in ironic dread

Absolved of nothing

Atone in utter existence

We all will rot in the garden of flesh

Fuck

Nothing more, nothing less we all cease to exist