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 took Madonna's breath away
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