Texty: Nine Inch Nails. And All That Could Have Been. Suck.

There is no God up in the sky, tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight
All that was true is left behind
Once I could see now I am blind
Don't want your dreams you try to sell
This disease I give to myself

How does it feel?
(Suck, suck, suck)
How does it feel?
(Suck, suck, suck)

She makes it sweeter than the sun
I get too tight I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls that are made of flesh

Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track
Itches my skin right off my back
I'll heal your wounds, I'll set you free
I'm Jesus [Incomprehensible] on ecstasy

How does it feel?
(Suck, suck, suck)
How does it feel?
(Suck, suck, suck)

I am so dirty on, on the inside
I am so dirty on the inside
I am so dirty on the inside
I am so dirty, I am so, oh

Suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck

How does it feel?
(Suck, suck, suck)
How does it feel?
Suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck