I gasp every time
Mine meet with his cold blue eyes
For a moment the world stops
The air grows foggy with sighs
Now they say he's with another
Precious virgin, dressed in white
Swallowing his tales like candy
Does she pray for him at night?
Does he hit her too
Or is she made of glass?
A cobweb covered beauty
Living somewhere in the past
Pretty angel
Even Satan can't deny
She said that I seem sweet
"She's fucking psycho," he replied
Well you're a hypocrite,
And my only question is-
Can you worship Mother Mary
Whilst blood is dripping from her eyes?