Deep creases hide your face
Hide the grease and the taste
Taste of fluid in lace
Lucid, falling from grace

No stories come out of your mouth
When your time is out
Children run out of your house
With no father tongue

Close your eyes and pretend
Ghost stories have an end
End your bet with your friends
All good men are long dead

No stories come out of your mouth
When your time is out
Children run out of your house
With no father tongue

Center of attention
Waiting to sell
For a piece of paper
In God we trust
Waiting for a climax
From the hand that's
Crawling up your
Center of attention
You won't sell your
Soul only your body
They're just fingers
Crawling on your nipples
Groping for your

Center of attention
Waiting to sell
For a piece of paper
In God we trust
Waiting for a climax
From the hand that's
Crawling up your

Center of attention
You won't sell your
Soul only your body
They're just fingers
Crawling on your nipples
Groping for your

Center of attention
Waiting to sell
For a piece of paper
In God we trust
Waiting for a climax
From the hand that's
Crawling up your
Center of attention
You won't sell your
Soul only your body
They're just fingers
Crawling on your nipples
Groping for your

Center of attention
Waiting to sell
For a piece of paper
In God we trust

In God we trust
In God we trust
In God we trust
In God we trust
In God we trust
In God we trust