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As a child I was given the gift to entertain you.
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you.
I drink all day. I smoke all day. I've done it all but tap
The vein.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you

My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old.

You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is
Inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the
Emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of
Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of
What the Christians mean to immortalize my situation.

My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.
Embrace some religion. To get close to some
Undivine ejaculation point.

Simply to thy ghost I cling.
Simply to thy ghost I reject.
Simply to thy ghost I give spit.
Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I'll
Submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships
With those Christians. You know they'll sell you my soul
For a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.

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As a child I was given the gift to entertain you. 
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you. 
I drink all day. I smoke all day. I've done it all but tap 
The vein. 
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons 
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you 
 
My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old. 
 
You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is 
Inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the 
Emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of 
Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture. 
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of 
What the Christians mean to immortalize my situation. 
 
My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old. 
Embrace some religion. To get close to some 
Undivine ejaculation point. 
 
Simply to thy ghost I cling. 
Simply to thy ghost I reject. 
Simply to thy ghost I give spit. 
Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I'll 
Submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships 
With those Christians. You know they'll sell you my soul 
For a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.

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