Twisted Chuch

They should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday′s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick" You heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only heaven I′ll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-a-a-a-a-a-a, amen, amen, amen Take me to church I′ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I′ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life If I′m a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? Hoizer

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