God took all of my research and ate it up
One by one
I haven’t thought for a while
Who is my teacher?
I'll never learn anything
Who has been my lover?
She waits in the dark to steal my love
Take these hands
What have I made them do?
What have you made them for?
Am I the only one left to sin at all?
I met a fallen creature
I picked him up
I licked his wounds
He bit my hand
I see the preacher to fill my cup
Please fill my cup
I had to take away all of the paintings inside of my head
I can only remember the first ones
When the curtains were closed, I could still see your eyelashes beating
I can still see your breath on the window, but I think I want it to go away