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Your Sex God Is Dead
Rewrite of Black Sabbeth's God Is Dead
No more lust in the darkness
You strayed from your wife
Made me betray my father, my brother, my maker and savior
Used to help me make it through the night
With your love so sweet and gentle
Now I have virgin blood
On my conscience
After you murdered my innocent mind
Out of a lover's aching gloom
I rise from a frigid tomb
A sexless life is doom
Got me addicted
But now I'm moving on
No, to your once sexy body
You let go
I will build no shrine
A new feelin inside me runs free
The rain pours erotically
And in it I dance so glad
Drunk on a sensual wine
The woman you made
Wants now a better slice of man bread
Get it through
I'm over you
Let those voices echo in your head
Your sex God is not alive
Your sex God is dead
Your sex God is dead
Made an angel a sex crazed devil
And so I drive my car tonight
Through this shady negihorbood
In search of a hungry man
No guilt
I swim in no sorrow
Only anticaption of the estasy
For which I will kill, steal and or borrow
Just to have
Don't care about tomorrow
Let this sinner be damned
Asses are asses
Who cares?
If they want to later
They can try
To exhume my soul
This addiction has become my curse
Your corruption
Unleashed in me
An unnatural lust
Your creed unjust
Blind till too late
If only I had known better
Maybe I would't be so empty now and unwhole
Will this nightmare of massacred love ever be over?
Tell me
Am I doomed?
To be such a fucking fiend
I give every stranger I meet
Head
Bet my baby
You don't even know the answer
But this much is the truth
Your sex God is dead
Your sex God is dead
There must be a safeguard
On your twisted philosophy
No more must spread
So I shall wish you
One last dying breath
And myself a dazed fiction
To transfer somehow
From my bitter reality
This living death
I empathize with those I once called enemies
All the whores and junkies are right
With God on one side and Satan on the other
Who do I dare chose?
The darkness or the light?
A new feelin' inside me rains free
The storm falls erotically
Drunk on a different unholy kind of wine
This monster you made
Seeks no more of your boring white bread
To feed a hunger outta control
Still you try to reach out
With riddles in my head
Baby, why won't you leave me alone?
Why won't you just wise up and believe?
Your sex God is dead
Your sex God is dead
Everywhere you touched me
You left ruin
Everywhere from this beast I tried to hide
I have been found
No doubt
I know someday
You and I
We'll meet again
On the other side
And still you won't believe
A word this song has said
Won't accept the blame
You'll call it
Just my paranoid fairy tale
Still the truth unchanged will remain
Baby, your sex God is dead
Your sex God is dead
Your sex God is dead
Damn it! You know I'm right!
Be quiet
Be still
Don't you hear the voices in your head?
Lover, your sex God is dead
My goodness
My innocentence
You tore down
Now I dance in the red of sexual enegry
Gone mad
Wondering why you still refuse to believe
Your sex God is dead
Your sex God is dead
Your sex God is dead
Your sex God is dead
2013 Ramona Thompson
