God Bless The Hustler - Anorexia Nervosa

Shining upon their chests

The silver seal

The blood-red penitents

Towards our land

From my window I can guess

The flames of their so-called heaven

By now, I should run away

Leave the house, the church, the grave

And I won’t do that

I open my eyes — cannot move

Their hell after tracks me down

Has finally put his hand in mine

Torture me if you want

I have learnt to suffer

And in my grave

Rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties

Once more saved — nevermore

Mare tenebrarum — the red penitents

My fate divine — their worst obssession

Burn in hell you cunt !

Their eyes are burning more than their crosses