Here In The Throat Lyrics - Like Gods Of The Sun - My Dying Bride

I need him 

To wash me of my sin 

To take me from this place 

To heal me of my wounds 

I need him 

To clean your mark off me 

To wipe you from my eyes 

To strike you from my heart 

I need him 

I know, not what, I do or say 

But I, do what, I say and believe 

You need him 

To take you from this place 

To heal you from your wounds 

You need him 

To clean my mark off you 

To wipe me from your eyes 

To strike me from your heart 

You need him 

You are, nothing to me, anymore 

I hope, I mean, nothing to you 

I want a place to hide, somewhere far from your side 

There is no stopping you, there's nothing you won't do 

You're killing for your God, the stench that you 

Have trod 

The world is black to you, until you slay me too 

I'm wasted under you, I meant nothing at all 

Thank God I wasted you, no longer will I fall 

I will live again 

your grasp on me has gone 

your downfall and your end 

At last my peace has come 

Before I end let me tell you 

Never lay down for anyone at all