II. God's Blood

I've got a cheaper devotion Attacking weak and oblique It runs on fear If you could take a look inside And see the harlots I can't hide We gravitate You know you, you feel it The burden, you feel it  Tried, tried Not hard enough I just can't stop the deceiving All honest parties are leaving A crime so lewd  You know you, you feel it The burden, you feel it  A shot in the dark Against all moral I feel my stomach churn Tie into knots To describe what I had seen Like god outside of dreams As if I had a choice Father's son of course I'm just grateful To know I've not the stomach I'm just grateful That you know how to sin