Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on, let me stand. I am tired. I am weak. I am warm. . Through the storm, through the night. Lead me on to the light.
Sometimes the day won't ever end. Sometimes you just throw up your hands. It's the little things sometimes. . Sometimes the world has just gone dark. Sometimes you're praying for a spark.
You can see everything I see. So I don't know why You live in me. . Who can take Your Love away from me. Now that I have found You. . That's the way it's meant to be.
I can be the monster. I can be the teeth sunk in your skin. I can be the terrifying ultra-violent sin. I can be the monster. . She was the sharpest blade.
Hey, little sister. Are you ready to dance in the dark?. Can you believe and defy death?. It's only skin and bones, blood in red. In this rotting flesh.
Would you ever walk with me on the surface of the violent sun,. Would you give me air to breathe and show that I'm the worlds worst prodigal son,. This posthumous letter I've written to give you the strength to move on..
Take off your clothes. Welcome to the Whipping Haus. Where we spend all our evenings. . And we hurt those deceiving. And we're safe from the outside world looking in.