Lyrics by: Rory Winston
Painted in red
I'm on your blacklist
Wine tastes so sacred
When dripping from my wrists
You kill to kiss
Last temptation
A pain I can't resist
I'm consecrated
- bit like a Eucharist
I miss your fists
You are my trapdoor
I'll hang with you, I'm sure
You are my trapdoor
My way into the floor
Your name brands my arms
Like a stigmata
Extreme unction
Becomes a golden shower
You hurt to heal
It's all sour
Stain of grace
It burns red
Blackened face
Like the rest
The Stage fades
The gallows raised
Rearranged
We're enraged:
You are my trapdoor
I'll hang with you, I'm sure
You are my trapdoor
My way into the floor
My trapdoor
My trapdoor
Trapdoor Jesus...
Trapdoor Jesus...
My Trapdoor Jesus