I Believe In God, But The Only Thing That Scares Me Is John Wayne Gacy lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's dark at noon, your face’ll enter
Chiffons line in the hues of cancer
Like the object of a lucid dream
Draw me in with no consent
And every answer flies afraid of fear
Not a movement of my own accord
Arms at your sides, a puppeteer
Painted smiles fit ear to ear
Constricted to a vacant canvas

[Chorus]
Sink your rotting teeth into me
But don't swallow me if you can't stomach garbage
Hide your face behind the curtain
Nothin’ but your baggage and free your devils
For that rosary mom gave you
Grip it for a dear like ripping through the right

[Verse 2]
Almost free from the old one's hand
Oncе bright blues, and yellows too
Now fade to black and arе tinged with dirt
Moon is shining on a crimson sky
Creepy and ludicrous it's all obscure
All are drawn like moths to light
[?] in a flash comes a ringmaster
Everyone here has a needy sorta skill
Lend us your eyes and a tear born to
[Chorus]
Sink your rotting teeth into me
But don't swallow me if you can't stomach garbage
Hide your face behind the curtain
Nothin’ but your baggage and free your devils
For that rosary mom gave you
Grip it for a dear like ripping through the right

[Interlude]
Ladies and gentlemen, checkmate!
Feel this shoe with your sore feet
Let the people use your state
Chatting!
But this all isn't special
But now, we freeze again
Children, you can't even take
This is straight up even evil, we're all clotting
This shaking past, even evidently
Straight up, the cold is a heading towards the dark side
This moral it seems is even but a debris
Ladies and gentlemen, today
Steps are all interesting
And for you, and you, and you

[Chorus]
Sink your rotting teeth into me
But don't swallow me if you can't stomach garbage
Hide your face behind the curtain
Nothin’ but your baggage and free your devils
For that rosary mom gave you
Grip it for a dear like ripping through the right
Sink your rotting teeth into me
But don't swallow me if you can't stomach garbage
Hide your face behind the curtain
Nothin’ but your baggage and free your devils
For that rosary mom gave you
Grip it for a dear like ripping through the right