Everything I feel just turns on me Again and again 'til I can't see Everything you sought, you found But I see people looking down Pointed fingers, pointless lives All points lead to empty lies Empty hands and dirty deeds It all comes down to just one thing I don't believe
Whenever I feel this thing inside Forbidden, forgiven, forever denied I must have somehow dreamed Of all the things I've never seen All the words left unsaid I never quite took into my head All the things that lie undone Like petals forever falling on this gun
Be pure You can be chaste You can behave You can be mine You'll be my cure Be my religion Be my decision You'll be my crime You will be mine Be pure
All the time I tried to breathe It all turned into make believe One confusion, one confession One more lie, one more lesson Complicity, stupidity The bile in my hypocrisy The broken, low morality The sentimental strategy
Be pure You can be chaste You can behave You can be mine You'll be my cure Be my religion Be my decision You'll be my crime You will be mine Be pure
Be pure Be vigilant Behave Be mine
Be pure You can be chaste You can behave You can be mine You'll be my cure Be my religion Be my decision You'll be my crime You will be pure You can be chaste You can behave You can be mine You'll be my cure Be my religion Be my decision You'll be my crime You will be mine