God is a Tight Bitch - by Erik Smith
Churches
fill on Sunday morning
Everyone has come to prey
God is looking down on them
Who to fuck away today
Her gaze covers everything
Twisting reality to insanity
It's Sunday psychosis
She manifests within them
Causing them to play her game
Causing them to feel her blame
Making sure they all obey
Taking their identities
Why not, they're all her toys
Her gaze comes down, crosses me
She forget about this entity
A reminder of what is meant to be
I was made to try and make her scream
She completely misplaced me
Could not believe she lost this being
But found again to serve the maker
Created just to keep her screaming
