Deathtax - Holy Hissy Fit Lyrics

Godspeed, but we're only machines

Possessed by the spirit of the Holy Ghost
Got my bread, got my wine
Let's make a toast

You don't feel guilty, you feel free

So clap your hands, clap your filthy hands
So clap your hands, clap your f*cking hands

(There's not any room up there for us)

Trapped under ice
For 100 days and 100 nights
I'd speak in tongues
But I'm afraid I'll drown and die

They're not buying it
Cause I'm not selling it
I've got this feeling I'm gonna lose them

Eyes roll back and we start to shake
Divine light, it starts to fade out

What if transcendence isn't
As simple as the texts read
What if there's more to you?
What if there's more to me?
Now I'm an optimist
But let's say there's nothing there waiting
And all that time sitting pretty
Was spent in vein

So clap your hands, clap your filthy hands