a vacant wrist is a precious thing cleansed of yr saviours guilt perversion always finds a way it will it always will
tying nooses on the christmas tree christ child hang next to me crying out for yr mother's warmth yr parent's sin will be yr death cleansed know of yr savior's guilt fear trys to come back in dont be afraid thats perversions way it will it will it always will
bleed into dirt all that love never killed will never be anything at all block out the sun cling tight to no life all that love never killed will never mean anything at all youll never mean anything at all