PANTERA-Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks

As a child I was given a gift to entretain you.
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you.
I drink all day, I smoke all day. I've done all but tap
the vein
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these christians come alive and try and sell you.
My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old.
You know he'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 dead
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.