Oh god won't you tell me you love me
as vacant as the lord himself
I know you buried the church key
why'd you rip out the doorbell

don't summon me for worship
to put my praying on display
this cold can only worsen
as I wait in your doorway

you feed on my addiction
give me enough love to last a day
I loathe this crucifixion  
but you love the way I stay