My lover's got humorShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapprovalI should've worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speakShe's the last true mouthpieceEvery Sunday's getting more bleakA fresh poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say itMy church offers no absolutesShe tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"The only Heaven I'll be sent toIs when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love itCommand me to be wellA-, Amen, Amen, Amen
Personal Mastodon instance of Ali Reza Hayati.