B(e)low Me Lyrics

I watched her die in my bloody arms

Holes in her side and see through palms

Crucified by life and it's holy grip

You call yourself a god, you're just a fucking prick

True to form you tore her down

an angel of your own, through the dirty ground

Cancer called her home and there was nothing we could do

The second time round, all our hope was misconstrued

So tell me what you're gonna do now that she ain't around

I'm gonna hate harder till I'm in the fucking ground

So tell me what you're gonna do now that she ain't around

I'm gonna fuck the church and disrespect it's holy ground

So tell me what you're gonna do now that she ain't around

I'll never show forgiveness for the damage of the crown

So tell me what you're gonna do now that she ain't around

Fuck your God and fuck your son, a prophet can't be found

Don't call me a fucker when I tell you to blow me

I don't need your God, and your weak little homies

Drink your cheap wine and eat your shit bread

I'll stand back with a whisky then I'll stomp on his head

Blow me

Blow me

Don't call me a fucker when I tell you to blow me

I don't need your God, and your weak little homies

Drink your cheap wine and eat your shit bread

I'll stand back with a whisky then I'll stomp on his head