A vacant wrist is a precious thing
Cleansed of your savior's filth
Perversion always finds a way
It will it will it always will
Tying nooses on the Christmas tree
Christ child hang next to me
Crying out for your mother's warmth
Your parent's sins will be your death
Cleansed now of your saviors filth
Fear tries to come back in
Don't be afraid that's perversion's way
It will it always will
Bleed into dirt
All that love never killed
Will never mean anything at all
Block out the sun
Grip tight to no life
All that love never killed
Will never mean anything at all
You'll never mean anything at all