a drop of weedkiller

your Jesus heals

your Jesus saves

but where is he today?

is he so proud

or am I so small

that he cannot touch my soul?

I'll put a white rope around my throat

but first I'm gonna hold

all my demons from the past

I'll bury them alive coz I must

save my soul before you rape me

one more time before you waste me

my lips dusted with gold

you will feel their cold

according to the Bible I won't see Heaven's Gate

coz I was naive and my lust didn't wait

I grabbed the beauty and the pleasure too fast

haven't noticed they were fake at last

instead of crying a place in the circus I'll book

into Sodom and Gomorrah I will take a look

a drop of weedkiller greedily I'll drink

and I will never ever think

about you and your poisoned glance

which wanted to possess me taking its chance

do you hear me? your eyes so wild

you still crave me still wanna fight

my face is already black&blue

and you're pretending you don't know the thruth

do not worry, the whole world is like that

coz people do not feel too much

your sweet Jesus heals

your sweet Jesus saves

but where is your bloody Jesus today?