[INTRO — CHOIR] He wants my body He wants my blood He calls it holy He calls it love The flesh made sacred The sacred profane The sacred and the profane [VERSE 1] I met a man who looked at me Like something heaven couldn't see He touched my cheek, he kissed my skin And whispered what I could have been He said my eyes were beautiful But silver would be divine He loved the way I moved But steel would make me shine He never said I wasn't enough Just showed me something I could change And promised love would follow pain And when he laid his hands on me I felt the hunger in his gaze I mistook the way he worshipped me For love instead of praise [CHORUS] He wants my body He wants my blood He calls it holy He calls it love He sees salvation In chrome and pain The flesh made sacred The sacred profane The sacred and the profane [VERSE 2] I traded brown for silver eyes And watched him smile when I awoke He kissed the seams beneath my skin And called me beautiful in chrome I gave him hands that never shook A spine that never bent He held me like a holy thing And said I was heaven-sent But something in his eyes had changed A hunger I could never fill He loved the things that I became And wanted something further still One more incision, one more gift One more step toward the divine [CHORUS] He wants my body He wants my blood He calls it holy He calls it love The flesh made sacred The sacred profane The sacred and the profane [VERSE 3] I gave him nerves of copper wire A heart that beat in perfect time He called each scar a sacrament Each alteration a sublime design He traced the metal on my throat Like rosary beads beneath his hand He spoke of purity and grace And things I didn't understand He said the flesh was born to fail That nature made us incomplete That every weakness I removed Brought something sacred underneath And still his eyes would wander To the parts I hadn't changed He never saw what I had given Only what remained [BRIDGE] I thought that I was his Madonna His communion, bread and wine I thought he knelt before the woman Not the altar of his design But I was never his salvation Never his beloved, never his bride I was an empty chapel waiting For the god he kept inside And all the while he called me sacred As he stripped away my name He didn't love the woman standing there He loved the canvas And the claim [VERSE 4] He never wanted who I was He wanted what I could become A pristine canvas, untouched flesh A masterpiece when he was done Every kiss was consecration Every cut another prayer Every piece of me surrendered Made his perfect woman there He didn't ask for my devotion He assumed it was his due And I mistook his fascination For a love that might be true Now I stand before the mirror And I recognize his art Every inch a sacred offering Every inch except my heart [FINAL CHORUS] He wants my body He wants my blood He calls it holy He calls it love He sees salvation In chrome and pain The flesh made sacred The sacred profane The sacred and the profane [OUTRO — CHOIR] This is my body This is my blood He called it holy He called it love The sacred and the profane And nothing of me remained unchanged.
