PASSION’S KILLING FLOOR

It’s poetry carved in flesh
This beautiful hell of ours
To the deadliest sin we confess
And tears of joy fill our eyes

We are safe where disfigured saints
Cry out their prophecies of doom

My heart’s a graveyard baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion’s killing floor
In my arms you won’t sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion’s killing floor

At the first kiss the seeds of hatred are sown
And back into darkness we flee to tear our hearts out

We are safe where all faiths fail
Alive inside of our tomb