u.a.l.o.g.a.s.
blooming with red teeth there is a sting in the way that you speak (to me) the more you ignore me the lower i sink take it away when you give (to me) tell me that it's something i deserve, please... i know the wicked wish for saintly desires like vinegar on the teeth your blaspheous mouth we were halfway to hell by the time that we found out "Hey, you there..." you there what terror they all must feel with you there from pew to pulpit pants around your ankles so is the sluggard to those who send him knowing, it's so much harder to stop than it is to keep going, the wicked wish for saintly desires straight and narrow straight and narrow flood my soul make me whole