Guilt - Those Poor Bastards

There’s a feeling I have

When I wake up Sunday morning

My body feels sick

And my soul sure feels sorry

It’s guilt

It’s called guilt

When I close my eyes

I see events from the night before

Lord, have mercy

Don’t you torture me anymore

With this guilt

It’s called guilt

Guilty

I’m guilty

But I’ll

Do it again

The stentch of the room

When the sinners gather 'round me

The waste of blood

When I slice their worthless souls free

It’s guilt

It’s called guilt

When the fire burns

And the flesh turns black and tasteless

When the arrow of God

Dissapears and we wander aimless

It’s guilt

It’s called guilt

Guilty

I’m guilty

But the

Lord understands

When the demons grow

And they twist and start to scratching

When mother’s death eggs, they crack

And start to hatching

Guilt

It’s called guilt

But I swear by hoof

And the soul of the sickly vulture

This world you’ve built

Is a dark and empty culture

Of guilt

It’s called guilt

Guilty

You’re guilty

And I’ll

Destroy all I can