Testo Take Me To Church

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouth piece
Every Sunday is getting more bleak
Fresh poison each week We were born sick, you've heard them say it
Command me to be well

Amen Amen Amen

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
offer me that deathless death and good god let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins, there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human, only then I am free

Oh Amen Amen Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death and good god let me give you my life (x2)