The Epitaph - 6627652
Ethel Cain
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
God loves
I’m his tired pariah
I’m so sick of it
I have no more feeling in these limbs of mine
Sought out in my bed
Wrought out till I’m dead
I’m all for you
To use and use
I’m the epitome
Of Sodom and abuse
See my eyes
Stare into my soul
Give me what you’re giving up
Diamonds out of coal
Once they crucify your son
I’ll be in control
I won’t help him
I won’t stop
They’ll worship me forever
Whether you like it or not
They’ll forget your name and call me God
God lovеs you
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
God lovеs you
God doesn’t love you anymore