It's poetry carved In flesh
This beautiful hell of ours
To the deadliest sin we confess
And tears of joy fill our eyes
We are safe where disfigured saints
Cry out their prophecies of doom
My hearts a graveyard baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor.
In my arms you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor
At the first kiss the seeds
Of hatred are sown
And back into darkness we flee
To tear our hearts out.
We are safe where all faiths fail
Alive inside of our tomb