Take Me to Church (Cover)

My love's got humor. She's the giggle at the funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval. I should worship her sooner. If the heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak, A fresh poison each week. We were born sick, you heard them say it. My church offers no absolutes. She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom." The only heaven I ascend to is when I'm Alone with you. I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen. Amen. Amen. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. If I'm packing all the good times, My love, there's sunlight. See, killing God is a mercy. She demands a sacrifice. Drain the whole sea. Get something shiny. This is hungry work. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. No masters or kings when the ritual Begins. There is no sweeter Innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil of that Sad earthly scene. Only then I am human. Only then I feel Clean. Oh. Oh. Amen. Amen. Amen. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.