Hard lines, sunken cheeks

As a child I was given the gift to entertain you
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you
I drink all day. I smoke all day. I've done it all but tap

The vein

These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you

My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old
You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is
Inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the
Emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of
Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of
What the Christians mean to immortalize my situation

My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old
Embrace some religion. To get close to some
Undivine ejaculation point

Simply to thy ghost I cling
Simply to thy ghost I reject
Simply to thy ghost I give spit

Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I'll
Submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships
With those Christians. You know they'll sell you

My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old