To the Empire!
Season 2
of fresh poison each week.
We were born sick,
you heard them say it.
Our church offers no absolute.
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.
Amen,
amen,
amen.
Take me to church,
I'll worship like a dog.
The shrine of your life,
I'll tell you my sins
and you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me that endless death.
And good God,
let me give you my life.
Take me to church I worship like a dog
The shrine of your life
I'll tell you my sins and you can choke and you're not
Offer me death
Mr.
Death and good God
Let me give you my life
The
master's okay when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil
of this earthly scene
Only then I am human,
only then I am clean
Take me to church,
I worship like a dog in the spite of your lies
Offer me that, the step and good God,
let me give you my life
Take me to church,
I worship like a dog at the shrine of your life
I'll tell you my sins and you can shove in your knife