Devil’s Spawn (Stripped Down)

[Verse 1]

They said that God creates his children in the palm of his hand

That I'm created in his image and this is what he had planned

To keep my heart full of love, say I'm not doing it right

The Holy Water don't sting, I should be burning in the light

If my body is a temple, why can't I renovate?

It feels like my chest is made of plaster and underneath is sham

And then the church bell screamed, that sin has pierced my lungs

And now the catholic priest took all my mother's love

And if the devil's got me high, said you can just let go

Cause I'm not sick, I'm tirеd and scared of dying alone

(Whoa, ah)

Cause I, a child or a sinnеr, a burden in my fate

They'll wash their guilt away with wine, but all my bruises will stay

An exorcism or lobotomy might save me from hell

If I could give you what you'd want, I'd be a daughter in the ground

And then the church bell screamed, your son is devil's spawn

Cause only in misery, could I be a child of God

If I'm unnatural, I'm impure, I've lived through hell

But you're unsure if I'm immortal, worthy of love

Or if my rights should be taken from me?