From a fall I hold the word conviction
And the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch
But the flesh is weak and without reason
So I (slave to your beat and sought-?) for all time
God give a little love
Bring me back a dog in the next life
God give a little love
Wanna be a dog in the next life
When you strike with soul and quick precision
I am (smack...-?) and cold desire
And they say the retched get their kingdom
Bring it on, it's my time, let's go, we all die
