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Agnew & Gvllow - Spiritual Cramp (Official Video) - Agnew the story of a California family

Official music video by Agnew & Gvllow performing "Spiritual Cramp"from the film documentary "Agnew the story of a California family" + Concert Film ►Subscribe to ►Get exclusive merch: ►Follow Agnew & Gvllow:   / gvllow   https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnyH   / gvllow   Directed by Gabriel Zavala ll Produced by Agnew Zavala Production Company: Luna Max Films Director of Photography: Gabriel Zavala ll 1st Camera: Ruben Zavala 2nd Camera: John Gilhooley 3rd Camera : Hugh Foster 4th Camera : Matt Eskew 1st AD: John O' Donovan - Producer 2nd AD: Kat Monroe - Assistant Producer Hair Makeup: Erica Grega Key Grips: Kyle Zemblige Jerry Carillo Steadicam Gabriel,Ruben,Rob Editor: Gabriel Zavala ll Sound Design: Zavala / Webster Online: Luna Max Films Performed by VOX - Gvllow BKP VOX - Christine Eskew GUITAR 1 - Frank Agnew GUITAR 2 - Dan Colburn BASS - Alfie Agnew Drums - Jorge Disguster Song by Christian Death Lyrics: Incurable disease on the day of rest Walking on water in a sea of incest I've got an image of Jesus embedded on my chest I can't leave home without my bullet proof vest Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon fighting with scorpions tied around my neck I hear the pitter patter of a killer on the loose children using their fingers instead of words crosses burn your temples on slaughter avenue It takes too much time to say 'I refuse' Time is digging graves for the chosen few Children dig graves for me and you Describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure start your two day life on a two day vacation I've got a spiritual cramp going for my ribs Those gangsters toting guns are shooting spikes through my wrist children using their fingers instead of words Fingers bury children under the boards I can die a thousand times But I will always be here with the power skull secrets of forgotten years the hangman's noose is trenched with bloodstains of tears my hands are the killer that confirms my tears Jesus won't you touch me come into my heart where the Hell are you when the fire starts? On a mission of the father to reduce the gates of hell the ivory bone eyed mother's flesh is starting to swell I'm setting twenty-two tables for the funeral feast Satan is by far the kindest beast