Let loose in your shattered room Entertaining all the faithful fools Where megadead has shades of red on godspot T.V. Where some of them go crazy And some of them are victims of the persil-white audience And a religion that beat wogan Hold me down while I kiss the ground on holy day I talk to dead magazines that show no respect And I talk to God but I haven't seen him yet I doubt myself everyday And I certainly did not pray for no goddamn affliction Like two fools in pain Have you seen my explosion? Vaccuous preachers always make the best teachers So they say When I'm hungry for your love Then I'm hungry for the slaughter that you bring everday But how can I love you When I have you in the shadow of tears Where the buzzard of Berlin flies The passion that attacks is the passion that survives Hold me down while I kiss the ground on holy day You have to lie to love her.