[Verse 1]
There is a knife inside the shrine of every woman
There is a hole inside the heart of every man
Inside her temple are the crowns of every conquest
Let me seduce you with the fingers on my hands
We are an axis made of hierophants and devils
I build my icons from the residues of time
One thousand tears are causing echoes in the distance
Is there an answer to exonerate our crimes?
What is creation with the absence of destruction?
Aren't we just immigrants in someone else’s dream?
Let me assure you that no gods remain to worship
Life is the premise to annihilate belief
[Chorus]
I want your silence, I want your blood
You are just human and I am god
There is no judgment there are no creeds
You taste like innocence and broken dreams
[Verse 2]
With every question we invent we seek an answer
With every answer we design we hope to see
Some spark of light to turn confusion into meaning
Fore everything we didn't do and can't conceive
Would you believe me if I told you that we’re sacred?
We are the images of madness turned to clay
For every life we spare our sins should be forgiven
This life consigned us with the power of decay
There's nothing godly in abstinence of passion
Our grace is endless for as long as we were are three
Through absolution we are handed our forgiveness
In crucifixion we are urged to find belief
There is a knife inside the shrine of every woman
There is a hole inside the heart of every man
Inside her temple are the crowns of every conquest
Let me seduce you with the fingers on my hands
We are an axis made of hierophants and devils
I build my icons from the residues of time
One thousand tears are causing echoes in the distance
Is there an answer to exonerate our crimes?
What is creation with the absence of destruction?
Aren't we just immigrants in someone else’s dream?
Let me assure you that no gods remain to worship
Life is the premise to annihilate belief
[Chorus]
I want your silence, I want your blood
You are just human and I am god
There is no judgment there are no creeds
You taste like innocence and broken dreams
[Verse 2]
With every question we invent we seek an answer
With every answer we design we hope to see
Some spark of light to turn confusion into meaning
Fore everything we didn't do and can't conceive
Would you believe me if I told you that we’re sacred?
We are the images of madness turned to clay
For every life we spare our sins should be forgiven
This life consigned us with the power of decay
There's nothing godly in abstinence of passion
Our grace is endless for as long as we were are three
Through absolution we are handed our forgiveness
In crucifixion we are urged to find belief
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