Terrible Love They Need You
Think of all the good you could do
What do they need? They need you
But you're preying on those
Too hungry to think
Empty promises of something better to drink
There's no paradise waiting for me
Holy water is bitter on my tongue
Forget all that you've done
You're fooling no one
A cure for sinners that leaves them with disease
Commanded to their knees
Seems not a cure to me