Its like being in love you rob your own mind and defile your bed

You ignore the fate of the players who both end up dead

And you pretend for us and you pretend for them

This fairytale will make them jealous of you



But its not the kind that you talked about

And its just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind



She is feeding you and you lie with her

And for the first time your right arm becomes useful

As you sin with it you wanna cut it off but instead you thank god for all of the wrong you do.



But its not the kind that you talked about

And its just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind



She is feeding you and you lie with her

And for the first time your right arm becomes useful

As you sin with it you wanna cut it off but instead you thank god for all of the wrong you do.



You cut the cord today with God's hand to hold yours steady

He waits for you to apply the pressure

The warmth of His breath wrapped in His words

As He repeats His Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth

And its just the kind the kind you talked about and its just the kind

That clothes your mind with Christ

He is feeding you and you know the truth and I pray this is the last song I will sing to you

I'm sorry Father, I'm sorry sister, I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry everybody.