[00:00.00] 作曲 : Rozz Williams[00:15.21]Incurable disease on the day of rest[00:18.09]I'm walking on water in a sea of incest[00:21.78]I've got the image of Jesus embedded in my chest[00:25.23]I can't leave home without my bullet proof vest[00:28.20]Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon[00:31.68]Fighting with scorpions tied 'round my neck[00:34.80]I hear the pitter patter of a killer on the loose[00:36.99]Children use their fingers instead of words[00:41.34]Crosses burn our temples on slaughter avenue[00:44.79]It takes too much time for me to say I refuse[00:47.97]Time is digging graves for the chosen few[00:49.68]Children dig the graves of me and you[00:55.20]Describe the illness, I'll prescribe the cure[00:57.33]start your two day life on a two day vacation... (x2)[01:07.68]Spiritual cramp going for my ribs[01:10.44]Those gangsters toting guns are shooting spikes through my wrist[01:14.52]Children use their fingers instead of words[01:17.61]Fingers bury children under the boards[01:20.55]I can die a thousand times, But I'll always be here[01:23.79]With the powder skull secrets of forgotten years[01:26.31]The hangman noose is drenched with bloodstained tears[01:30.48]My hands are the killers that confirm my fears[01:33.99]Jesus wont you touch me, come into my heart[01:41.04]Where the Hell are you, when the fire starts?[01:50.70]I'm using my fingers instead of words... (x2)[02:26.43]On a mission of the father to reduce the gates of hell[02:29.88]The ivory bone eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell[02:32.64]I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast[02:36.36]Satan is by far the kindest beast...