God Is a Girl With a Butcher Knife

Red are the lips with a tongue so sharp Kiss her mouth and cut out her heart I can feel the heat from the sun I scorn The sicken of the calm who know the storm Suffer - Love her Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep and it's lifted God is a girl with butcher knife A butcher knife Black is the hair with the skin so white Drown her sins in the pale moonlight I can feel the earth bleed beneath my feet The strength of the dirt where the flesh is weak Suffer - Lover Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep and it's lifted God is a girl with butcher knife Music, when harsh voices die Vibrates in the memory And so will thoughts when thou art is gone My words shall live on Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep and it's lifted God is a girl with butcher knife The mistress of the verbal hand grenade be my muse The good book speaks to those who seek the truth But where's the proof? An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth