Think About It (Don't Call My Crib)
Psalm 40: to the Chief Musician; a song of David
CHORUS
He has put a new song in my mouth;
praise to our God--(4)
I waited patiently for the Lord and he inclined to me, and heard
my cry. He brought me up out of the horrible pit, out of the miry clay.
And set my feet on the rock and established my steps. He has put a new song in
my mouth. Many will see it, and fear, and will trust in the Lord.
Many will hear, and will trust in the Lord. Many will hear it.
CHORUS-CHORUS
Sacrifice and offerings you did not desire. By ears you have obeyed.
Bur
CHORUS
He has put a new song in my mouth;
praise to our God--(4)
I waited patiently for the Lord and he inclined to me, and heard
my cry. He brought me up out of the horrible pit, out of the miry clay.
And set my feet on the rock and established my steps. He has put a new song in
my mouth. Many will see it, and fear, and will trust in the Lord.
Many will hear, and will trust in the Lord. Many will hear it.
CHORUS-CHORUS
Sacrifice and offerings you did not desire. By ears you have obeyed.
Bur
The Wounds of Bitterness
In the gallery of lost hopes
We stand as mortal shells
In this futile passion
Let the whorish smile seduce you
In this sickness we all carry
Let the insects crawl you through
On this sweet and sickly day
My soiled hands dig in the mould
Where all beauty lies rotting
In the gallery of lost hopes
You pass between my memories
As morality dies in my heart
Let the whorish smile seduce you
On this sweet and sickly day
White sheets drenched
With bodily fluids that dry on my skin
Experience the infection I bring
I cling to you in fever and lay myself into your sea
And let the nausea wash through me