Incurable disease on the day of rest   I go walking on water in a sea of incest   I've got the image of Jesus embedded in my chest   I can't leave home without my bulletproof vest      Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon   Fighting with scorpions, tied round my neck   I hear the pitter patter of a killer on the loose   Children use their fingers instead of words      Crosses burn our temples on Slaughter Avenue   It takes too much time for me to say, "I refuse"   Time is digging graves for the chosen few   Children digging graves for me and you      Describe the illness, I'll prescribe the cure   Start your two day life on a two day vacation   Describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure   Start your two day life on a two day vacation      Spiritual cramp going for my ribs, those gangsters toting guns   Are shooting spikes through my wrist   Children use their fingers instead of words   Fingers bury children under the boards      I can die a thousand times, but I will always be here   With the power skull, secrets of forgotten years   The hangman's noose is drenched, with bloodstained tears   My hands are the killers that confirm my fears      Jesus, won't you touch me? Come into my heart   Where the hell are you when the fire starts?   I'm using my fingers, instead of words   I'm using my fingers, instead of words      On a mission of the Father, to reduce the gates of Hell   The ivory bone eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell   I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast   Satan is by far the kindest beast