Spiritual Cramp

Satan is by far the kindest beast

Beast that ascended out of the bottom of a pit

Shall made war against them

And shall overcome them

And kill them

Incurable disease on the day of rest

I'm walkin' in water in a sea of incest

I've got the image of Jesus embedded in my chest

I can't leave home without my bulletproof vest

Killin' myself for the perfect honeymoon

Fightin' 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 on temples on Slaughter Avenue

It takes too much time for me to say I refuse

Time is diggin' 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 goin' for my ribs

Those gangsters totin' guns are shootin' 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 (Satan)

Where the hell are you when the fire starts?

I'm usin' my fingers instead of words

I'm usin' my fingers instead of words

I'm 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