The summer heat melted her skin in your hands,
and you indulged in that sweet water.
And you ask yourself;
is this a dream?
You asked her to rekindle the flame, on your bedroom floor.
But she burnt your skin,
and you are ugly
now.
But Jesus Christ came down,
wearing his thorny crown.
He said "these prints in my hands
you've done this to
me,
Yeah, You've become so good at sinning,
but I will even redeem the worst.
Yeah, You've become so good at sinning,"
Well too bad I just don't give a shit.
You've lost your family's faith,
you've lost your family's faith,
You've got nowhere left to run too,
You never had her in the first place.
