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As a child I was given the gift to entertain you But through the blood I inherited a life that could destroy you I drink all day. I smoke all day. I took Madonna's breath away. I've done it all but tap the vein These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons All these cristians come alive and try and sell you My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old You know he'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 cristians 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 cristians You know they'll sell you my soul for a goat Yet I'll outlive the old