Blasphemy

Pu s'emit Now see the skin all opened up All severed, splattered, sewed back up All human folk of life and lust Can gain no shine, won't ever rust And in perspective, sanity's forced Religion sucks you in remorse And God's the one that gave you strength To call yourself a whore Don't blow yourself, you're too sucked in To every cell you can't get in Your sin is but a verse to praise With a feather in your hat, you think you'll fly away You think you'll fly away You think you'll fly away You think you'll fly away Time's up