Sick in the head,
whilest breaking the bread.
Taken for dead,
but arose instead.
The rifled grave,
of the King of Slaves.

Every bloody hole,
he paid the toll.
for his only goal,

I waited up all night,
where were you?
I waited up for you,
what did you do?
Answer me baby,
answer me please.
Before I knew it,
she had fell to her knees.

Red stained the curtains,

I stood in a room,
where awe could not be.
A power then entered.
familiar to me.
It came as a brutual,
and violent shove,
surging my heart,
into deep pumps of love.
I then turned around,