It's poetry carved in flesh, it's
beautiful hell with us
To be deadly sin we confess, tears
of joy fill our eyes
We are saved with its bigoties, my
out there prophecys of doom
My heart's a graveyard baby, and to
evil we make love on our passion's killing floor
In my arms you won't sleep safely
and of lust we are reborn on our
passion's killing floor
At f
