Suck (same On Nearly All Versions)

there is no god up in the sky, tonight no sign of heaven, anywhere in sight all that was true is left behind once i could see now i am blind don't want the dream you try to sell this disease i give to myself how does it feel? s*ck s*ck s*ck she makes it sweeter than the sun it gets too tight, i come undone i bow my head to confess the temple walls are made of flesh runs up my arms til i'm on track it rips the skin right off my back i heal your wounds i set you free i'm jesus christ on ecstacy how does it feel? s*ck s*ck s*ck a thousand lips a thousand tongues a thousand throats a thousand lungs a thousand ways to make it true i want to do terrible things to you how does it feel? s*ck s*ck s*ck