Letra de Blasphemy

No, it´s not the heathen in me
It´s just that I´ve been bleeding lately
Internally
So turn to me
But bite your tongue, your torrid weapon ...

I could learn a useful lesson
What´s so great about the great depression?
Was it a blast to you?
Because it´s blasphemy

Wish I was here,
Well, I wish you weren´t
Your gift of anger´s better burnt
If nothing´s said then nothing´s learnt

I thought I wasn´t, but I´m really hurting
Our deaf and dumb dinners,
There´s gravy in the mud ...