All I Have

Five is life, middle finger to the cross
A statement of your fucking lies
Five is life, middle finger to the cross
A statement of your fucking god
In my soul, I hear you
In my voice, in my head
Right inside, inside of me
Pointing finger shows Judas
Second finger carries the ring
In the memory of lost father
Middle finger points to god
Fifth finger’s useless, I have it in a box
Instead of number five I have a fake dick
I’m sticking number five right into your
All I have is my hand
With it I carve my own way