visions

sin tax

so stop my heart and black my light.

tell me i'm wrong and make me right.

straigthen the curves and smooth me tight.

air out the linen and lay it out of sight.

put me on your table like "operation,"

cut open my chest in concentration.

take my heart in both hands with infatuation.

throw it out into the conflagration.

tell i'm perfect, tell me i'm pretty.

then find out the truth and have no pity.

i seem to be perfect, but look at the gritty.

take me to your god - take me to your city.

heaven awaits you, hell awaits me.

there's no way i'd rather have it to be.