Bent Knee In God We Trust
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
In God we trust, in God we trust