My Dying Bride Here In The Throat
I need him To wash me of my sin To take me from this place To heal me of my wounds I need him To clean your mark off me To wipe you from my eyes To strike you from my heart I need him I know not what I do or say But I do what I say and believe You need him To take you from this place To heal you from your wounds You need him To clean my mark off you To wipe me from your eyes To strike me from your heart You need him You are nothing to me anymore I hope I mean nothing to you I want a place to hide somewhere far from your side There's no stopping you, there's nothing you won't do You're killing for your God, the stench that you have trod The world is black to you until you slay me too I'm wasted under you I meant nothing at all Thank God I wasted you, no longer will I fall I will live again Your grasp on me has gone Your downfall and your end At last my peace has come Before I end let me tell you Never lay down for anyone at all
