In God We Trust Lyrics

Deep creases hide your face.
Hide the grease and the taste.
Taste of fluid in lace.
Lucid, falling from grace.
No stories come out of your mouth
When your time is out.
Children run out of your house
With no father tongue.

Close your eyes and pretend
Ghost stories have an end.
End your bet with your friends,
All good men are long dead.

No stories come out of your mouth
When your time is out.
Children run out of your house
With no father tongue.
Center of attention,
Waiting to sell
For a piece of paper.
In God we trust.
Waiting for a climax
From the hand that's
Crawling up your-
Center of attention,
You won't sell your
Soul only your body.
They're just fingers,
Crawling on your nipples
Groping for your-

Center of attention.

In God we trust.
In God we trust.