Does it seem true

That I could eat you?

And breed a god

Born inside you?

Would it be wrong

For you to want more?

To be the pure soul

And the marked whore.

 

Your soul is shedding skin.

I need to slither in.

There's snakes in your bed again.

Who will forgive your sins?

 

It's a little late for girls like you

To be hanging around these parts.

It's a little late for girls like you

To be showing off their hearts.

 

Of the son and the father and the holy ghost

I've got a lust for you

And your faith by the throat.

Of the cross and the idol and the pagan goat

Tell me which false god gave the most?

 

If you ask nice, you're gonna' get yours.

You pray to blood gods, we're gonna' drink yours.

Does it seem true

That I could want you?

Would it feel wrong

With me inside you?

You're soul is shedding skin.

I need to slither in.

 

It's a little late for girls like you

To be hanging around these parts.

It's a little late for girls like you

To be showing off their hearts.

 

Of the son and the father and the holy ghost

I've got a lust for you

And your faith by the throat.

Of the cross and the idol and the pagan goat

Tell me which false god gave the most?

 

Shed your soul-skin.

She your soul-skin.

 

You get so low

When all the shit surrounds you.

Your god is cold

And lower than the place I found you.

Would you get more

Of what you prayed for

If the truth was

What you stayed for?

The snake behind you

Will divide you

Once inside you

Could it deny you?

It's a little late for girls like you

To be hanging around these parts.

It's a little late for girls like you

To be showing off their hearts.

 

Of the son and the father and the holy ghost

I've got a lust for you

And your faith by the throat.

Of the cross and the idol and the pagan goat

Tell me which false god gave the most?

Shed your skin!

Shed your skin!