I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form Restore prayers with inebriation - my dependency A substance helping me string And I must carefully weave my life in a destructive, spiraling transcendency These divine elements shine a light so radiant when synthesized A celestial antidote to cure all A heavenly impurity to alter what we know as GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
