Sweetest Sin

Take a grip and heave the hammer As they come marching in Meet the gates with all your might bounce it out and do it right Don’t let those bastards win. I split my head became enamored With the evil soul within I fought for glory I fought for Jesus Now I’m spit on once again. I’ve tried my body you’ve tried my temper I can’t believe I can’t remember what happened then in mid December When I held the hammer with all the glamour At the church bell’s sound I brought it down To feel that tingle in my skin. Again! Again! Again! To feel that tingle in my skin! Now I sit upon the church’s steeple and look around at all the people Staring with their wide-eyed fright. My hands are red your face is null I hear the bell and feel the pull To raise the hammer with all the glamour to kill you with this final blow. I look I stare I breathe it in I feel that tingle in my skin The hardened power so acute so harshly gruesome so absolute That I just have to grin, You’re my sweetest sin.