The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hide the spite that want to

forgive us wretched insects if only we'd learn how to get in line there's

still room on the cross for the sheep of the flock there's still space

available to join the angels at the trough & no one knows how much you've

suffered Christ is king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) I'm not related

to the guilt flesh that repents I turn my back on the burning heart that farts

obedience purity is shit evil is virtue gfffggft blaggga bdhg & and no one's

suffered quite like you Christ is king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him)

servant or slave the balance always works out the same pray for me shepard me

because I won't die for your sins won't drink your blood won't eat your flesh

won't share your victory over sin & death don't repent the end has come and

gone