What can I say; she was a virgin image, Christ, Marry crucify me. I can tell by the way that she talked…
walked… Hips…. Lips….. Thighs… Eyes…
Wide open baby ain’t no surprise, gonna lay you down slow let me come inside.
I wanna praise you, I wanna drink from your cup let the blood runith over and fill me up. Drunk on divinity, can’t sober up. I feel a burin inside I wanna self-destruct…
Who can you blame for your own self image. Christ buried and raised from the dead. I can tell that your scared in your heart… Mind… Bones… Flesh… guts… Spine…
Sweat from the crown of brow it climbs, like worms in the rain I’ve returned.
I wanna praise you, I wanna drink from your cup let the blood runith over and fill me up. Drunk on divinity, can’t sober up. I feel a burin inside I wanna self-destruct…
All of your thoughts are a mirror image. Self-reflections run through your head. I can tell that your lost in a dark…World…Cold…Dream…Small….Cell…
Demons tearin at ya like the hounds a hell, gonna sacrifice ya baby less you treat me well.
I wanna praise you, I wanna drink from your cup let the blood runith over and fill me up. Drunk on divinity, can’t sober up. I feel a burin inside I wanna self-destruct…