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Lyrics by: Rory Winston Painted in red I'm on your blacklist Wine tastes so sacred When dripping from my wrists You kill to kiss Last temptation A pain I can't resist I'm consecrated - bit like a Eucharist I miss your fists You are my trapdoor I'll hang with you, I'm sure You are my trapdoor My way into the floor Your name brands my arms Like a stigmata Extreme unction Becomes a golden shower You hurt to heal It's all sour Stain of grace It burns red Blackened face Like the rest The Stage fades The gallows raised Rearranged We're enraged: You are my trapdoor I'll hang with you, I'm sure You are my trapdoor My way into the floor My trapdoor My trapdoor Trapdoor Jesus... Trapdoor Jesus... My Trapdoor Jesus