I can see them coming
hear them through the walls
the talk of white suits and paper
splashes of ceiling fan shadows
I can feel them nearer
their eyes on my neck
draw me on canvass
steal my devil from me
strip me down
submit me to it
Make me pay for all my
sins...
Make me pay
Does any one remember Jim Bakker.. I got taken to the whole PTL club resort and saw that fool live...what a farce..anyway...This was written maybe 1995..I'd say February or March...
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