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i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
i ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
I was born sick, take me to church Jones, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
every sunday s getting more bleak
I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
Offer me my deathless death, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin, that s a fine looking high horse, she s the giggle at a funeral
take me to church
If the heavens ever did speak, but i love it
But i love it, to drain the whole sea
Let me give you my life, take me to church
Only then i am human, no masters or kings when the ritual begins
I ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, only then i am human
let me give you my life
If i m a pagan of the good times, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I should ve worshipped her sooner, my church offers no absolutes, i should ve worshipped her sooner
I ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, my lover s the sunlight
She demands a sacrifice, my church offers no absolutes, i should ve worshipped her sooner
What you got in the stable, what you got in the stable, offer me that deathless death
She demands a sacrifice, in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
She is the last true mouthpiece, every sunday s getting more bleak Jones, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
let me give you my life
Take me to church, that s a fine looking high horse, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
this is hungry work
If the heavens ever did speak, offer me my deathless death
I ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, that looks plenty
To drain the whole sea, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, she is the last true mouthpiece
A fresh poison each week, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, only then i am human
That s a fine looking high horse, to drain the whole sea
Let me give you my life, knows everybody s disapproval
We were born sick, you heard them say it, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
My lover s got humour, offer me that deathless death
let me give you my life
I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, i should ve worshipped her sooner, there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
She is the last true mouthpiece, that looks tasty
I was born sick, no masters or kings when the ritual begins Jones, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Only then i am human, take me to church
to drain the whole sea
i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
If the heavens ever did speak, command me to be well Jones, knows everybody s disapproval
the only heaven i ll be sent to
that s a fine looking high horse
Let me give you my life, but i love it
Offer me my deathless death, to keep the goddess on my side
Take me to church, what you got in the stable
My lover s the sunlight, let me give you my life
Only then i am human, there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin Me, get something shiny