I can see your face in the stars and I'm sprinting through heaven's gates to get a taste of something that you can only read about in the books of old.
You reached deep into my heart and found a strong grip, then took hold.
When you spoke to me it was the voice of an angel whose throat was raw from screaming at me and smoking the pages of our story.
But I’ve read the Bible and I know that only through faith can I get a taste of your unholy glory.
I guess that’s why I stayed with you,
because your words may be harsh and your tone predatory.
But there’s something so euphoric about being stuck in your purgatory.
Your power is something I’ve gotten the chance to witness.
It’s something very sinister, something vicious.
You take my escape routes and burn the bridges.
I’ve felt your baptism and you’ve felt my forgiveness.
Your lips may conceal your sharp teeth but ah, they’re so delicious.
Your chest may be lacking a heart but it is full of  riches.
Your eyes are worthy of black cats and voodoo dolls, they’re superstitious.
You have the face of god and it's making me religious.