Barf - Sunday School lyrics

rate me

Every time I drive a nail into his hand

His aura disappears

Every single thorn I push into his head

The symbolism clears

The skin I open with the crack of my whip

Bleeds sincerity

The salt and vinegar I pour on his wounds

Bring serenity

Cramming centuries of lies in my brain

You've got no proof,

I've got no use for this game

The stones I vigorously throw at his face

Enable me to choose

The lance that punctures flesh and lodges in his ribs

Helps me break loose

The cave I blocked to hide your mortal remains

Was never strong enough

The more I try to kill the image of you

The more I live guilt-free

Cramming centuries of lies in my brain

You've got no proof,

I've got no use for this game

Cramming centuries of lies in my brain

You've got no proof,

I've got no use for this game

No use for this game