Church of the Self / The State of Impure Thoughts by Complete Failure Lyrics
Your stinging sensations register as my kind of warm and sore
Watch me do my whole life in seconds flat
Ride hard and die longing for more
Feels like a choir of possessed drug fiends are trapped inside my skull, moaning like a castle of dying rats
Still I can only trust the one pathetic emasculated and coaming voice of the birthmark
Strangely reminding my pathetic sense of self-worth of a great, black as sky, and vacant cross of hostility and insanity
Oh confusing nightmare, my church of the self in the sate of my impurest thoughts
Nude in public thinking, deafened in untrained restraint
It's feeding me black paranoia where the senseless exchange ill candor and godless worship
My disjointed, evilwoman disease on the state of my impurest of thought
Feels like a choir of possessed drug fiends are trapped inside my skull, moaning like a castle of dying rats
Still I can only trust the one pathetic emasculated and coaming voice of the birthmark
Strangely reminding my pathetic sense of self-worth of a great, black as sky, and vacant cross of hostility and insanity
Oh confusing nightmare, my church of the self in the sate of my impurest thoughts
Nude in public thinking, deafened in untrained restraint
It's feeding me black paranoia where the senseless exchange ill candor and godless worship
My disjointed, evilwoman disease on the state of my impurest of thought
Watch me do my whole life in seconds flat
Ride hard and die longing for more
Feels like a choir of possessed drug fiends are trapped inside my skull, moaning like a castle of dying rats
Still I can only trust the one pathetic emasculated and coaming voice of the birthmark
Strangely reminding my pathetic sense of self-worth of a great, black as sky, and vacant cross of hostility and insanity
Oh confusing nightmare, my church of the self in the sate of my impurest thoughts
Nude in public thinking, deafened in untrained restraint
It's feeding me black paranoia where the senseless exchange ill candor and godless worship
My disjointed, evilwoman disease on the state of my impurest of thought
Feels like a choir of possessed drug fiends are trapped inside my skull, moaning like a castle of dying rats
Still I can only trust the one pathetic emasculated and coaming voice of the birthmark
Strangely reminding my pathetic sense of self-worth of a great, black as sky, and vacant cross of hostility and insanity
Oh confusing nightmare, my church of the self in the sate of my impurest thoughts
Nude in public thinking, deafened in untrained restraint
It's feeding me black paranoia where the senseless exchange ill candor and godless worship
My disjointed, evilwoman disease on the state of my impurest of thought