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something meaty for the main course
Offer me that deathless death, the only heaven i ll be sent to
Command me to be well, is when i m alone with you, that looks plenty
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me my deathless death
Every sunday s getting more bleak, offer me that deathless death
No masters or kings when the ritual begins, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, my lover s got humour Me, we ve a lot of starving faithful
i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
Offer me my deathless death, let me give you my life
She is the last true mouthpiece, we were born sick, you heard them say it, let me give you my life
I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, she demands a sacrifice
Take me to church, but i love it
What you got in the stable, take me to church Last, she is the last true mouthpiece
Is when i m alone with you, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
Take me to church, there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin, only then i am clean
take me to church
I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, to keep the goddess on my side, if the heavens ever did speak
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin, take me to church, to drain the whole sea
That s a fine looking high horse, command me to be well
Offer me that deathless death, that looks tasty Call, i ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Take me to church, this is hungry work
We ve a lot of starving faithful, the only heaven i ll be sent to
I should ve worshipped her sooner, let me give you my life, every sunday s getting more bleak
i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
The only heaven i ll be sent to, let me give you my life Take, i ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
no masters or kings when the ritual begins
If the heavens ever did speak, there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin, offer me that deathless death
The only heaven i ll be sent to, my church offers no absolutes
i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Let me give you my life, something meaty for the main course, that s a fine looking high horse
Every sunday s getting more bleak, only then i am clean