My face is numb
I can't use my hands I might as well not have them

I had to get high after what had transgressed so this might not make sense

This is redundant and my tears do nothing but make a mess
And drive you away
But the thought of you in that suit
That cost you less than nothing
And your hands on those glorious hips
Glory glory
And your mouth in those holy lips
Made me believe in sin

There is a devil and I think I gave him to you
In a sort of contagion

We should have used condoms