Jesus Loves Junkies - The Yoke Of Ivy

Perform in forno sling
Shave off your seasoning
Just like cutting angel's throats in Eden
I have to be there where it's bleeds, exploring your debris
Behind closed doors, I got even
Put to sleep, she's just meat
Finally, she seems to be putty in my hands
If she only knew my plans
Put to sleep, she's just meat
You're such a mystery, goes numb around thirty-three
Umbrella raining red on the floor
Put to sleep, she's just meat
Spent this nocturnal blur where the sick surrender to fuck the cure
Now you know what it's there for
Put to sleep, she's just meat

Strange how filth makes purity complete

You're such a mystery
Goes numb around thirty-three
Now you know what it's there for

The yoke is broken
Strange how filth makes purity complete
The yoke is broken
Put to sleep, she's just meat

Nothing will ever be the same

Written by:
Jeff Wambolt

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