Holy Ghost - Young Jesus

I know the love of Jesus Christ I feel it in my throat

But all the cut up butterflies grow demon heads and toes

And from their toes grow little vines that reek of pheromones

And as I choke on Jesus Christ they sneak up through my nose

And in my bloody body build a church of marrow bones

And in the church one’s wearing women’s clothing all alone

He gets so old he falls apart while beating off to mold

And in the blood he’s seeing Jesus Christ inside my throat

We all dissolve to thicker dirt than we have ever known

And in the dirt there grows a vine god labeled holy ghost