there is no god up in the sky, tonight

no sign of heaven, anywhere in sight

all that was true is left behind

once i could see now i am blind

don't want the dream you try to sell

this disease i give to myself

how does it feel?

suck suck suck

she makes it sweeter than the sun

it gets too tight, i come undone

i bow my head to confess

the temple walls are made of flesh

runs up my arms til i'm on track

it rips the skin right off my back

i heal your wounds i set you free

i'm jesus christ on ecstacy

how does it feel?

suck suck suck

a thousand lips

a thousand tongues

a thousand throats

a thousand lungs

a thousand ways to make it true

i want to do terrible things to you

how does it feel?

suck suck suck