Friday, April 16, 2004

not gonna pray with your back facing me,
no not gonna pray with a frown on your face.
sentimental scented mints
and days on end of a dead arguement
you've gotta pray,
gotta pray,
gotta pray this out of your system.
beg forgiveness.
not gonna pray with your back facing me,
not gonna pray with your gaze at my feet.
some kind of
far off call to what religion was suppossed to mean to us,
worship a deity who
doesn't even have eyes to look deep into.
we've gotta pray,
gotta pray our way through differences.
not gonna pray with your back facing me,
not gonna pray with your panties inside out.
perverted reflections of the one who was lost to so much jesus,
choking on
the most high of semen seas, shove it down her throat a little more.
so much and she's screwing the altar now,
she's fucking the cross and sucking off the communion rail.
you've gotta pump this demon right out of you,
whore.
not gonna pray with your back facing me,
not gonna pray when it's my only time alone.
call me devil the times when i forget where you want me to stand
there in the choir loft
there in the acolyte robe
call me devil for skipping steps and walking that path, pave the way to your hell.
embarrassment.
not gonna pray when you don't mean what you say,
not gonna pray when you're a lying little fuck.
you gotta flush this outta my system,
you gotta pump jesus into my stomach.
holy std.
*bettie* at 3:18 PM