I fiend it fair
When hell will melt
The misery me and Joseph have felt
A stiff foul cross
Hangs hard round your neck
Over my chest where your head used to rest
But now
Snaking my way as only serpents could
To the holy house where your loves nailed to wood
But true and through I'm obsessed with you
Its just gods way of keeping us outside of their insides
Remember when the house burnt down?
