And so I can't ignore, my heart is bruised and sore
my sanctuary has been raked, been raked.
My soul is colored red, from all the love I bled
my crucifixion is complete, complete.
Now I need a substitute for. . .

. . .the love that you gave
now I just can't be saved
and there is no salvation for me.
My sin was to touch but I wanted it to much
now I know that I've fallen from grace.

No matter how I try, I still can't justify
my absolution is denied, denied.
And so I'm left to burn, my body craves and yearns
the beast inside me is alive, alive.