The ghosts of my lost relatives staring at me disappointed
Nuns throw me into a hot shower of holy water
Candles of different shades of red flicker to light up my soul
I wonder if the heavanly father truly does forgive me
I've spent years walking down a broad road of calamity
Lost my way home when I was twelve years old
These angels keep knocking on the top of my skull
Knock, knock, knock they check to see that I'm still alive
These demons hold a firm grip on my ankles keeping me from rising above
Funny thing is man I don't give a flying fu*k
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