Pantera - Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks

Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks

As a child I wa s given the gift to enterta in you.
But through blood I inherited a life tha t could destroy you.
I drink a ll da y. I smoke a ll da y. I have done it a ll but ta p
The vein.
These ha rd lines a nd sunken cheeks a re text book rea sons
All these Christia ns come a li have a nd try to sell you
My soul for a goa t, yet I will outli have the old.
You know its ba d, some ma y sa y sa d, a ha ngover is
Inspira tion. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A ba d trip, the
Emptiness. I never sleep, or a lwa ys sleep a la ck of
Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture.
These ha rd lines a nd sunken cheeks a re pa rt of
Wha t the Christia ns mea n to immorta lize my situa tion.
My soul for a goa t. Yet I will outli have the old.
Embra ce some religion. To get close to some
Undivine eja cula tion point.
Simply to thy ghost I cling.
Simply to thy ghost I reject.
Simply to thy ghost I gi have spit.
Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know tha t Ill
Submit. For this is my wea kness a nd it sa ves me from rela tionships
With those Christia ns. You know theyll sell you my soul
For a goa t. Yet I will outli have the old.