You're a faith disease,
Divine crisis of soul.
In an Age of Lies,
You're the Truth I'm told.
You're the Angel of Death,
You're the bearer of light,
You're the render of flesh
In the war-torn night.
I want to curl up inside you
And kiss your blood and bones.
You're the one sure thing,
You're a shot in the dark,
You're the Valley of Death,
You're a walk in the park.
You're the leather and lace,
You're the cruel intent,
You're the faith misplaced,
You're my time misspent,
And when I gather you in,
I can catch the scent of your sorrow.
Oh let's run away tonight
To our cavern on the bad side of town.
We can watch our words take flight
From our lair deep underground.
'Cause you're a parasite
Growing fat inside me,
You're a hot wind blowing
Through the Sephirothic Tree,
And I don't know where
This twisted street will lead -
To sacrifice or infinity.
You're so beautiful to me baby,
'Cause you're dying inside.
