Summer of Blood - Sunday Morning

I'm no stranger to your controversy
The things that you do are killing me
But I kind of like your dark company
The psycho in me needs chemistry

And though you bite the hand that feeds
The bleeding stops after a while

I want to take you to church
I want you praying for me
I want to give you a purpose
On Sunday morning
I want to take you to church
I want you praying for me
I want to give you a purpose
On Sunday morning

The smell of your death
Your leather jacket
The breath on my neck for one last kiss
Your ancient demise
The black in your eyes
The dangerous way you exist

With grave intentions I oblige
For I'm oblivious to you

I want to take you to church
I want you praying for me
I want to give you a purpose
On Sunday morning
I want to take you to church
I want you praying for me
I want to give you a purpose
On Sunday morning

I want to take you to church
I want you praying for me
I want to give you a purpose
On Sunday morning
I want to take you to church
I want you praying for me
I want to give you a purpose
On Sunday morning

Written by:
JESSE EVERHART, RYAN RICHARDSON, SEAN MCCALL, SONNY DECARLO, TOPHER BRADSHAW

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