your tongue in my mouth
a taste you think i'd die without
give me your wounds
and let me make you beautiful
(i become everything for you
saint, masochist, sinner
my screams, my scars, my piety - yours
undying devotion like some whore for jesus)
your sin in my mouth
this crucifixion, devout
this crucifixion, devout
give me your palms
and let me make you beautiful
(i spit, i swallow - holy, holy
you call me blasphemer or martyr
force me on my knees
so that god can see me pray)
so that god can see me pray)
your taste in my mouth
a taste i can't wash out
give me your gun
and let me make you beautiful
