Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
Violence and stress
Win your war and train the sheep for less
But what's the point
If all is the same
Why should I play your little game
Where's my spirit
Mentally molded into a good little christian
Death
Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
Even as I transform
Grow old, to have been born
Even as I transform
Grow old, stay always bored
Even as I transform
Grow old, to have been born
Even as I transform
Give old, so your children can mourn
Give me a chance
Give me one last little dance
Make way in a prance
So you can die in your fathers hands
Give me a chance
Give me one more shot
To your acceptance, pray for forgiveness
Bet you'll let me die and rot
Enter the building
Consumed by your presence
And mind
Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
But what's the point
If all is the same
Why should I play your little game
Where's my spirit?
Mentally molded into a good little christian
Death
Scares
Me
Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
DefectedMalware - Cryptic Leader Lyrics
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Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
Violence and stress
Win your war and train the sheep for less
But what's the point
If all is the same
Why should I play your little game
Where's my spirit
Mentally molded into a good little christian
Death
Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
Even as I transform
Grow old, to have been born
Even as I transform
Grow old, stay always bored
Even as I transform
Grow old, to have been born
Even as I transform
Give old, so your children can mourn
Give me a chance
Give me one last little dance
Make way in a prance
So you can die in your fathers hands
Give me a chance
Give me one more shot
To your acceptance, pray for forgiveness
Bet you'll let me die and rot
Enter the building
Consumed by your presence
And mind
Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
But what's the point
If all is the same
Why should I play your little game
Where's my spirit?
Mentally molded into a good little christian
Death
Scares
Me
Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
Violence and stress
Win your war and train the sheep for less
But what's the point
If all is the same
Why should I play your little game
Where's my spirit
Mentally molded into a good little christian
Death
Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
Even as I transform
Grow old, to have been born
Even as I transform
Grow old, stay always bored
Even as I transform
Grow old, to have been born
Even as I transform
Give old, so your children can mourn
Give me a chance
Give me one last little dance
Make way in a prance
So you can die in your fathers hands
Give me a chance
Give me one more shot
To your acceptance, pray for forgiveness
Bet you'll let me die and rot
Enter the building
Consumed by your presence
And mind
Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
But what's the point
If all is the same
Why should I play your little game
Where's my spirit?
Mentally molded into a good little christian
Death
Scares
Me
Stretched out and scarred
By the scorched and infinite hand of god
Grabbed and gutted
To contribute to your improbable cause
Writer: Harrison Sauls
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid