My lovers got humour Shes the giggle at a funeral Knows everybodys disapproval I shouldve worshiped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak Shes the last true mouthpiece Every Sundays getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it [...] Take me to church Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Ill tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 15:05:08 +0000
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