It’s poetry carved in flesh. This beautiful hell of ours. To the deadliest sin we confess. And tears of joy fill our eyes. We are safe where disfigured saints. Cry out their prophecies of doom. My heart’s a graveyard baby. And to evil we make love. On our passion’s killing floor. In my arms you won’t sleep safely. And of lust we are reborn. On our passion’s killing floor. At the first kiss the seeds of hatred are sown. And back into darkness we flee to tear our hearts out. We are safe where all faiths fail. Alive inside of our tomb