Pu s'emit
Now see the skin all opened up
All severed, splattered, sewed back up
All human folk of life and lust
Can gain no shine, won't ever rust
And in perspective, sanity's forced
Religion sucks you in remorse
And God's the one that gave you strength
To call yourself a whore
Don't blow yourself, you're too sucked in
To every cell you can't get in
Your sin is but a verse to praise
With a feather in your hat, you think you'll fly away
You think you'll fly away
You think you'll fly away
You think you'll fly away
Time's up