To Whore With Foreign Gods lyrics

You speak to me With spitting teeth Like it's the rapture So torn between two worlds I made my own little rats nest You speak to me With spitting teeth Like it's the rapture So torn between two worlds I made my own little rats nest Let us speak freely now Because we've been marred By good intentions Oh mother, oh father I took so long to love you I thought we would be left behind And that belial would take me