Celestial - Godsleep

No tv for the weekend babe

You’re almost alive

Situated among thieves and skulls

Under blue light

Vinyl’s cheaper than leather

It’s almost a crime

Getting nowhere in these alcoholic times

Praise yourself girl it’s beyond celestial!

I can see the future

But I can’t tell lies

I deny them good intentions

Have some decency to mention

‘bout your fleeting' eye

How you like to draw attention

Makes me wonder if I

Getting nowhere in these alcoholic times

Praise yourself boy it’s beyond

Wear your gloves and count to ten

Feast of all mankind

Newly wed but nearly dead

Sacred language

Makes us rawr

Vulgar is the sound

Taste the whip now

Cry some more

Man it feels so good to sin

Funny it feels so right

Such a hawk but such a hound

Human like impression

Under hollow sky

His figure rather sublime

Look what you made me do now

There’s blood dripping on the couch

You see that man in the cloud

This is not art

(this is)

This is not life

(this is)

This is not art

(this is)

This is not life

This is art