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I'm lost for words,

But I could paint a picture,

Of bile and blood,

For you don't care for scripture,

New rules and new order,

Are rotting the teeth of God,

Sick of our shit,

His ancient bowel grows sore.

God's Colostomy Bag,

Lost,

There is no turning back.

To start again we run,

Without a by-your-leave,

Words carved in steel,

What the fuck do you believe?

Do you pray and hope,

For angels at your door?

Don't hold your breath,

Don't waste your prayers anymore.

God's Colostomy Bag

Lost,

There is no turning back.

We fall from grace,

Undignified as they come.

Who gives a fuck?

In a couple of years there'll be noone,

To remember the mess we made,

Mock us for all we've done,

Laugh in the face of God,

There was no chosen one.

God's Colostomy Bag

We are lost,

There is no turning back.