a vacant wrist is a precious thing
cleansed of yr saviours guilt
perversion always finds a way
it will it always will
tying nooses on the christmas tree
christ child hang next to me
crying out for yr mother's warmth
yr parent's sin will be yr death
cleansed know of yr savior's guilt
fear trys to come back in
dont be afraid thats perversions way
it will it will it always will
bleed into dirt
all that love never killed
will never be anything at all
block out the sun
cling tight to no life
all that love never killed
will never mean anything at all
youll never mean anything at all