If you could cut a little deeper
Maybe then the sins would be a little sweeter
If i could change the time
Run the rhyme
Keep your second hand just a little closer to mine

If your bones didnt shake so
I could get you on your knees and make it slow
Just let me have your little surgery
My arms will be your slave if you can set them free

Could your blessed name
Could it keep me
Keep me from going insane

Dressed in blood
Its this mood
Its your eyes that tell me i am screwed
 
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