Let me pray like those religious men do.                                        
I’ll bend the knee, I’ll bow the head,
I’ll revel in your spirit and present my sins,
ones I know you can use.
Reason them against me, do as you please.

I’ll accept your ways of cruelty,
I won’t refuse your path of torment.
Let me be your plaything
Anything for your content

I’ll be here when your doors are closed.
I will carry your cross until my blood runs cold,
or ‘til my heart can bear no more.
So when my body has given out,
and my bones are met with dust,

Feast on my remains, I will be your sustenance.
Hate me, crucify me, this hell is where I’m whole.
I submit myself to this, I consent myself to thee.
For when I bleed, it is us that trickles out.
Our past that was, our future never to be

Should I keep these words contained,                                          
or can I revel in the us ?
Like how we kissed in the streets we made home,
and danced below the moonlit snow.
We removed the other’s dark and lit up our room.

My forever euphoria                                                         ­                          
My ecstasy sustained                                                        ­              
I seek no absolution
Your arms are where I wish to stay.

You were every sunrise rolled into one
all the seasons’ s beauties meshed

You were every sunrise rolled into one
I just never thought we would sunset