Some lyircs.

Hello old friend, I've seen you again.
I know you've had words with the wind.
Let me down, so low. Cut my throat
while you sing so sweet and slow.

If had never met you, but now I know my fate
This is not how I left you, My hungry little doll

You make me feel unholy, you make me feel unclean
I had given into your seduction, your temptation,
and your lust.
Your feather light sense of justice
your heavy gospel conviction, and your paper thin
shroud to conceal it.

If I had never known you, but now its way too late
There is no love between us, nothing but sweat in fact