Suck, suck, 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 the 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 tired, I come undone
I bow my head to confess
The temple walls are made of flesh
Runs up my arms 'til I must scratch
Itches the skin right off my back
I heal your wounds, I set you free
I'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy
How does it feel? Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel? Suck, suck, suck
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel? How does it feel?
How does it feel?