Cold Day in Hell Foetus

If Moses had heard about this
There would've been another commandment:
"Thou shalt not slaver on thine cadaver
When all thine fat is in the fire"
This isn't the melody that lingers on
It's the malady that malingers on
There's the Devil to pay, he can keep the change
I can't stand the thought of another cold day
I ain't got a Chinaman's chance in limbo

Mass breathing, mass seething, mass bleeding, mass seeding
Mass debating
Mass existence is the cause of my problems
Gotta choose between suicide and genocide
I've been impaled by the sins of World War Two
Can't sleep for the skins of six million Jews
I'd join the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform
Or a good night's sleep
All hell breaks loose

The jig is up, my fate is sealed
I'm stood on the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone reads "Wish you were here"
I died every night for a thousand years
The tearing of my flesh, the thud of my carcass
The rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion has become my addiction
I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in hell