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Those Poor Bastards – Guilt lyrics
There's a feeling that I have
When I wake up Sunday morning
My body feels sick
And my soul sure does feel sorry
It's guilt
It's called guilt
When I close my eyes
I see events from the night before
Lord have mercy
Don't you torture me anymore
With this guilt
It's called guilt
Guilty I'm guilty
But I'll do it again
The stench of the room
When the sinners gather 'round me
The waste of blood
When I slice their worthless souls free
It's guilt
It's called guilt
When the fire burns
And the flesh turns black and tasteless
When the arrow of God
Disappears and we wander aimless
It's guilt
It's called guilt
Guilty I'm guilty
But the Lord understands
When the demons grow
And they twist and start to scratching
When mother’s death eggs they crack
And start to hatching
Guilt
It’s called guilt
But I swear by my hoof
And the soul of the sickly vulture
This world you've built
Is a dark and empty culture
Of guilt
It's called guilt
Guilty you're guilty
And I'll destroy all I can
When I wake up Sunday morning
My body feels sick
And my soul sure does feel sorry
It's guilt
It's called guilt
When I close my eyes
I see events from the night before
Lord have mercy
Don't you torture me anymore
With this guilt
It's called guilt
Guilty I'm guilty
But I'll do it again
The stench of the room
When the sinners gather 'round me
The waste of blood
When I slice their worthless souls free
It's guilt
It's called guilt
When the fire burns
And the flesh turns black and tasteless
When the arrow of God
Disappears and we wander aimless
It's guilt
It's called guilt
Guilty I'm guilty
But the Lord understands
When the demons grow
And they twist and start to scratching
When mother’s death eggs they crack
And start to hatching
Guilt
It’s called guilt
But I swear by my hoof
And the soul of the sickly vulture
This world you've built
Is a dark and empty culture
Of guilt
It's called guilt
Guilty you're guilty
And I'll destroy all I can
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