Suck

There is no God up in the sky tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight
All that was true is left behind
Once I could see, now I am blind
Don't want your dreams you try to sell
This disease I give to myself

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck

She makes it sweeter than the sun
I get too tight, I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls are made of flesh
Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track
Itches my skin right off my back
I'll heal your wounds
I'll set you free
I'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck

Suck, suck, suck

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck

Suck, suck
Suck, suck