Lyrics: Scot Edgell
Music: This Tortured Soul
Can't bear to witness, fear what's in store. You can't stand and you can't sleep, can't take it anymore. Your motion sickness much harder to ignore. Tongue tied and twisted, face to the floor. You can't hear and you can't speak, can't take it anymore. Your motion sickness much harder to ignore. Here he comes again this is not pretend, Purple Jesus come to bleed your head. Mind burned and blistered, lost in the void. You can't feel and you can't think, can't take it anymore. Your motion sickness much harder to ignore. Here he comes again he is not your friend, Purple Jesus come to feed your head...takes your mind instead. Can't bear to witness, fear what's in store. You can't stand and you can't sleep, can't take it anymore. Your motion sickness much harder to ignore. Here he comes again he is not your friend, Purple Jesus come to feed your head...takes your life instead.