Lord I want to be

Inside the flesh she wears.

Run my fingers up her spine

To share

All the chills she sends to siege my skin.

She can grab my breath

And draw it in.

 

Oh still and dead are much the same.

She comes to take my breath away.

Helter skelter, how she prays.

Wraps around me like a grave.

Still dead are all the same.

It comes to take my breath away.

A skull between the legs

She splays.

Wrapped around me like a grave.

 

Lord I know that I can't have you

Despite of how I toil.

I just choke between the spirals

Of the serpent and her coils.

Don't I stand before your alter?

Don't I offer up my soul?

Do you savior every breath you stole

From deep inside my blackened lungs?

 

Still and dead are all the same.

It comes to take my breath away.

Helter skelter, how she prays.

It wraps around me like a grave.

 

(Still and dead are much the same. A skull between the legs she splays. In whispered breath I hear the chains. Wrapped around me like a grave.)

My sacred queen.

Priestess of nod.

Stole baby's breath 

From mouths of gods.

My skull a trophy

In her womb.

My life snuffed out

In the light of her moon.

And don't I stand before your throne?

Stilled and eternal in your hold.

 

Still and dead are much the same.

It comes to take my breath away.

Helter skelter, how she prays.

It wraps around me like a grave.

Like a...

Like a...

Like a...

Like a grave.