To the Empire!Season 2of 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 sinsand 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 dogThe shrine of your lifeI'll tell you my sins and you can choke and you're notOffer me deathMr.Death and good GodLet me give you my lifeThemaster's okay when the ritual beginsThere is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sinIn the madness and soilof this earthly sceneOnly then I am human,only then I am cleanTake me to church,I worship like a dog in the spite of your liesOffer me that, the step and good God,let me give you my lifeTake me to church,I worship like a dog at the shrine of your lifeI'll tell you my sins and you can shove in your knife