Would you kneel and pray just like me? A man of God, with needs so suffering? Got a chapel in my head of necromancy Whispering his holy name to wake him from sleep The spirits stay by my side He's risen once, so it's not a crime, right? It's a gospel I defile Not just visions His sacred body's mine! They say if I pray too much For a love that's a crime My soul's already lost And dead inside 'Cause this penance means overthinking I just want his flesh to stop the screaming On cold stone, for his caress I'm weeping To say, thrust in god, until I'm bleedin I have raised him in this abbey And he'll never leave my bed again This cold tomb is our wedding bed If you try to take him, then My sin will strike your own head dead I see the brothers pray For halos bright and grace I find it absurd, every word When I taste my savior's grace My scripture's read when I'm debased Do they see the glory Or just the lust in this place? I did this for myself For a carnal ache inside I've never known true grace 'Til he filled this empty space They say if I pray too much For a love that's a crime My soul's already lost And dead inside 'Cause this penance means overthinking I just want his flesh to stop the screaming On cold stone, for his caress I'm weeping To say, thrust in god, until I'm bleedin I have raised him in this abbey And he'll never leave my bed again This cold tomb is our wedding bed If you try to take him, then My sin will strike your own head dead 'Cause this penance means overthinking I just want his flesh to stop the screaming On cold stone, for his caress I'm weeping To say, thrust in god, until I'm bleedin I have raised him in this abbey And he'll never leave my bed again This cold tomb is our wedding bed If you try to take him, then My sin will strike your own head dead
