First Communion 歌词

Let's skirt the issue of discipline Let's start an illusion With hand and pen Re-read the words and start again Accept the gift of sin The gift of... Pleasure is bleeding to smother the words The four walls drain me dry Of all imagination Crying out to be told to stand still Crying out to be told to stand still The price of red death Is the price of true love The black queen jumps through my skin The king of hearts is waiting Close to home Someone's shooting outside Trigger finger's itchy Another moving target More blood on your surplice More blood for the price of red death Nailing you to the wall Nailing you to the Spanish mystic Nailing you to the wall Three shots ring out to scream Who wants to play Roman solider That lives inside of me Perennial artist, what do you see What do you see? My secret fear of being alone I sit and hold hands with myself I sit and make love to myself I've got blood on my hands I've got blood on your hands Blood on our hands Blood