SELL GOD
(Säv. & San. Antti)

You´re selling
At my door
In a putrid flavor I can´t deny
It feels like
A failure
Refuse your stories when I just lie
I´m peeling
My skin off
It´s grown too strong to walk with me
You give me
A token of flies
This plate I promise to burn
You reach another breakdown
I hear the basis creak
Always know where to sell god
And always changing
Where you are, and always lie
My patience wearing down scarce
You´d better believe ripped up scars
Always feed the past inside
Without fear
You hold on
Then come off breaking your back again
Sometimes it feels like I´m dying
Well, after all I´ll fuck them up in hell