If the heavens ever did speak, she is the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak a fresh poison each week. We were born sick, you heard them say it. Was born sick, but I love it... Command me to be well ... Ah, amen, amen, amen. Take me to church I'll worship like a dog. At the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife... Offer me that deathless death.
If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover is the sunlight. To keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice. Drain the whole sea, get something shiny. Something meaty for the main course. That's a fine looking high horse, what you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty, that looks plenty. This is hungry work...