Satan's Children-Ancient

[Music & Lyrics : Jesus Christ !] a constant itch will remain on your face you must eat your own head and spit into space it crawls in your skin and into your spin you must dig in your guts and rip out the lines one with no head he sits by your side twitching his fingers and rubbing his tights a pool of blood you're full of blood the taste of blood the waste of blood always talking just speaking the lines ignoring emotions confusing the signs