The choir sang with broken jaws
Their hymns were knives, their god was false
This does not serve me - not this time
Not the ghosts inside my mind
(There is no altar but the body...)
No scripture but the skin

Theres a battlefield beneath my bed
Mushroom clouds above my head
Every breath's a game I lose
The more I feel, the more I bruise
(You must surrender to all emotions...)

I kissed his mouth, he turned to smoke
His vows were ash inside his throat
The wine poured blood, the priest just laughed
I walked the aisle, and time suddenly stopped

(I wonder what you taste like...)
Tell me
Would it be like rust and ruins?
Salted skin and sin in bloom?
Would you choke on every kiss
And beg for one more wound?

My armor cracked, my prayers turned black
The gods all smiled -  and turned their backs
(In my mind, you taste like honey and a gun)

Bow down to no one
Except me

Now get down
On your hands and knees