Suck, suck, suck
There is no God up in the sky tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight
All that was true is left behind
Once I could see, now I am blind
Don't want the dreams you try to sell
This disease I give to myself
How does it feel? Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel? Suck, suck, suck
She makes it sweeter than the sun
I get too tired, I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls are made of flesh
Runs up my arms 'til I must scratch
Itches the skin right off my back
I heal your wounds, I set you free
I'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy
How does it feel? Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel? Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel? [Incomprehensible]
How does it feel? [Incomprehensible]
How does it feel? How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Artist: Louise Hoffsten
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