Ripping Christ

Holier than thou, sacred as a cow anointed with margarine spread; a Sunday to rest, some socks and a vest and a penchant for laying in bed. Sicker than sick and thicker than thick, drugged with a heroin chic, bright light beams down through a crack in the crown, spearing a spoon-bending freak. Speak unto thee, the voice of a tree, afire with gelignite balm; whacky and wild, abused and defiled, born to succumb unto harm. Lysergic the feast, the mark of the beast, halogen burned to emboss symbols on skin as forever begins ripping infinite Christ from the cross.