the bread in my mouth
turns to flesh
the wine in my cup
turns to blood
and I am full of life, and light, and love
I am not afraid of the end of days
I’m not afraid of the end of time
I don’t need a ladder to heaven
I’m not gonna need to climb
I’m gonna hum along with six of them trumpets
I’m gonna hold hands with all of them woes
I’m gonna sing with all my heart
when that seventh trumpet blows
the bread on my tongue just turns to flesh
the wine is divine blood that washes all the dirt
from off my soul
I’m not afraid of the ways of satan
but I’m a little bit fearful of my lord
I’m not afraid of lesser demons
they’ll all just fall beneath
my jesus mighty sword
I’m not afraid of diggin in the dirt
not afraid of fallin in the mud
standin up and stumblin
through the chapel door
I just fall down on my knees
I just fall down to the floor
I kiss the cloth, and cross myself
and feel myself refreshed
cause the bread inside my mouth
just turns to radiant flesh
the wine is blood divine
that washes all the the dirt from off my soul
Vocals: haunted, and subversive. Guitars: splintered shrieks. Drum machine: grim, unrelenting nausea. Visceral noise, with a hook that gets stuck in in your throat. Just try spitting them out. Stranger Killings
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