Purification

Yes, it’s you God's favorite daughter Just my luck, you're out of luck, I see Prowling the human backwater You sure don’t need no luck with me Luck with me Luck with me Love’s fertile water purifies Your paper thin charade, a sin You know that God hates pretty lies God wants you to let the divine in Divine in Divine in Just let go of the living hell Sniff the scent of spirit freedom Inhale deep and ring my bell Take a deep breath of what you needin' What you need What you need No Angels, no Devil nonsense Look deep, you know it’s what you see Dropping the demonic pretense Wallow in God’s muck with me Muck with me Muck with me My backwater soul rundown shack Dear Lord, don't you misconceive me Your gray mind starts to fade to black Naked truth, you must believe me Believe me Believe me My patience it wears so thin No more games, it’s love’s time to be See the white skull beneath the skin Take me as I am or leave me Or leave me Or leave me 4/19/16 For Contest: Lyrics Sponsor: Rob Carmack Lyrical response to: Partial lyrics from the song ‘God Hates a Coward’ by Tomahawk (Lyrics vary with this song among the sources) I sow my seed where the mandrake grows No footsteps go beyond it I eat the dirt Where the rooster crows Fresh rodeos, behold it Check your pulse in your teardrops Make you a cyclops Breakin' the branches off your family tree Keep you up like a fluffer girl Ain't that enough, sir Look in the sewer for my pedigree Your truly cause repeats its pulse And makes your tears, if you need it to Make me blow my brains out or I'll point it at you Is all I'm thinking to do But I'm hangin' tough Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by