Well let me be your lover, girl
Let me find out when
There's only one way outta this
And no need to pretend

The taste of blood is warm and sweet
And [bad word] to his lips
The congregation decimated
By the shrapnel of his rhetoric

I am you and you are me
And god is living in everyone
And Jesus cried a million tears
To save the lives of you and me

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Dig the mother, dress the lamb
And long live his suicide

The taste of blood is warm and sweet
And [bad word] to his lips