Novelty Crosses - Black Dahlia Murder

Eyes of perfect ivory
Match the sweetest lengths of your neck
I'm but a stain to such holy fabrics
Darwin's proposal
Bouncing back from colored glass

Serpents will guide me to your hull
Slithering between the pews of pearl
I'll walk a path of purity and temporary grace
Whatever it may take to eat and drink of you till slaked

To run a gloveless finger up
Curvaceous trembling leg
We mustn't wait

The fruits of tragedy we'll taste
I'll be Adam, you'll be Eve
We'll fuck and so create

I'm being strangled by his statue
If only his cold eyes could weep
For these things that shouldn't be

Father, I've been sinning
I've pulled a fast one
The perfect sleight of fate
Goddamn, girl
Like an hourglass I'll invert you
The Higher powers shuddering
At what you have become

The laws of science abandoned
Thrust into purgatory

Mary, you've never looked so tender
I will you statues here
To take a breath of life and look upon
Her virgin skin raised in anticipation
The dark has won
My darkness has won again

[solo]

What is truth?
I cannot yet discern
Kneeling in hope of reprimand
This Father's love shall not within me flow
I've fallen to my knees in hollow prayer

How original a sin!

We'll fuck and so create
And burn this planet in our wake

I'm being strangled by his statue
If only his cold eyes could weep
For these things that shouldn't be

Father, I've been sinning
I've pulled a fast one
The perfect sleight of fate
Goddamn, girl
Like an hourglass I'll invert you

The only heaven I will know
Is heaving 'neath the buttons of your blouse

We'll be immortal
A most blessed union of lust
The flames of Hell shall lick our coattails
As we feast of infinity's bust

Eyes of perfect ivory
Match the sweetest lengths of your neck
I'm but a stain to such holy fabrics
Darwin's proposal
Bouncing back from colored glass

Serpents will guide me to your hull
Slithering between the pews of pearl
I'll walk a path of purity and temporary grace
Whatever it may take to eat and drink of you till slaked

To run a gloveless finger up
Curvaceous trembling leg
We mustn't wait

The fruits of tragedy we'll taste
I'll be Adam, you'll be Eve
We'll fuck and so create

I'm being strangled by his statue
If only his cold eyes could DAL NEWWWIM