hard lines, sunken cheeks

as a child i was given the gift to entertain you. but through blood i inherited a life that could destroy you. i drink all day. i smoke all day. i took madonna's breath away, i've done it all but tap the vein. these hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons, all these christians come alive and try to sell you, my soul for a goat, yet i'll outlive the old. you know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is inspiration. like a junkie i hurt for it. a bad trip, the emptiness. i never sleep, or always sleep, a lack of fulfillment to me is me. the big picture. these hard lines and sunken cheeks, are part of what the christians mean, to immortalize my situation. my soul for a goat. yet i'll outlive the old. embrace some religion. to get close to some undivine ejaculation point. simply to thy ghost i cling. simply to thy ghost i reject. simply to thy ghost i give spit. tempter, tempting, tempt me. molest me. you know that i'll submit. for this is my weakness, and it saves me from relationships, with those christians you know they'll sell you, my soul for a goat. yet i'll outlive the old.