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Command me to be well, let me give you my life, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife, take me to church
Offer me that deathless death, knows everybody s disapproval To, get something shiny
i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
We ve a lot of starving faithful, i ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Only then i am clean, take me to church, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
Offer me that deathless death, no masters or kings when the ritual begins
Every sunday s getting more bleak, offer me that deathless death, something meaty for the main course
Let me give you my life, that s a fine looking high horse Jasmine, offer me that deathless death
Only then i am human, no masters or kings when the ritual begins Church, take me to church
She demands a sacrifice, but i love it, if the heavens ever did speak
I ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, every sunday s getting more bleak
We were born sick, you heard them say it, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Take, i was born sick
is when i m alone with you
I should ve worshipped her sooner, there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
take me to church
take me to church
get something shiny
Offer me that deathless death, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, this is hungry work
Every sunday s getting more bleak, my lover s the sunlight
Something meaty for the main course, offer me my deathless death
I ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife, no masters or kings when the ritual begins
I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Jasmine, she tells me worship in the bedroom