...and the devil's own hand was knotted by the Pastor,
And we dared to admit,
Her weakness was laughter,
And the scared
victim begged for her life.
We watched it end.
"Did you miss me? you're shaking...
And I'm not the one who left you in the cellar
all bothered.
It's me, it's not your father.
I'm here to take you away,
Give me your hand,
Spare your life."
She's breaking
out,
And they're all laughing now.
Behind your devilish figure,
Behold the smoking gun.
These daggers mean nothing in the
context you used them in,
And we believe nothing else unless there's proof it.
You seek out those who forgive.
You seek out those
who forgive.
I met you at the alter, and your lips tasted different,
Then place my ring upon your handle and knew we'd die
together.
And now I'll call you wife,
Give me your heart,
I'll grow it into size.
You're dancing around yourself.
Dancing
around,
Dancing around,
Dancing around yourself.
Around,
Around,
Around.