[words: Rion Lipynsky] Feeling like a rusted machine on a virgin planet Sold my who*e to the religious Bought my horns from america Vacation from life, distance from self Vacuum in the blue room Disasters are my specialty I never saw a bird fly so fast away.... ....too bad my gun was sleeping Trees are falling down like sleaze on the streets Hell is where the d** are (heaven is where the rich are) In time revelation's will rape understanding Slivering like the serpent and sinful as the metallic goat Am I the golden secret? Is silver behind me? Look at your god run like a coward! Believe me when I say Id k** you before me Come to the roasting of the language Cheers to the end of speech Burn my filthy dollar, Freedom persuaded with heat You haven't lived until you've seen a dog in church and when I sell you a cult you best pay me in drinks or the box of truth.. You haven't lived until you've burned a flag on booze!