Smiles Becoming Teeth
Give me a perfect smile
Show me your broken teeth
An avatar of skin and bile
With nothing underneath
Give me a contact high
Inside a lucid dream
Let me bathe in your light now honey
Are you gonna lift me up, vicarious and free
Give me complete detachment
Or give me second sight
An effigy of a car crash
Wrapped in fairy lights
Show me hope baby
Under a second skin
I don't wanna bleed you out
I just wanna cut ya, I wanna cut you in
Hail
We are the gods of the new ways
Hail me!
Blessing the throat never taught you anything
Hail
We are the sound that will keep you down
Hail me!
This is the church of infected love
Come here and give me that look I like
The one that makes you look dead inside
Give me a dash of indignation
Ecstasy and bromide.
Give me lust baby
Give me a fucking disease
You're preaching to the choir sugar
Cantus ave me, get on your knees
Hail
We are the gods of the new ways
Hail me!
Blessing the throat never taught you anything
Hail
We are the sound that will keep you down
Hail me!
This is the church of infected love
Hail
We are the gods of the new ways
Hail me!
Blessing the throat never taught you anything
Hail
We are the sound that will keep you down
Hail me!
This is the church of infected love
Show me your broken teeth
An avatar of skin and bile
With nothing underneath
Give me a contact high
Inside a lucid dream
Let me bathe in your light now honey
Are you gonna lift me up, vicarious and free
Give me complete detachment
Or give me second sight
An effigy of a car crash
Wrapped in fairy lights
Show me hope baby
Under a second skin
I don't wanna bleed you out
I just wanna cut ya, I wanna cut you in
Hail
We are the gods of the new ways
Hail me!
Blessing the throat never taught you anything
Hail
We are the sound that will keep you down
Hail me!
This is the church of infected love
Come here and give me that look I like
The one that makes you look dead inside
Give me a dash of indignation
Ecstasy and bromide.
Give me lust baby
Give me a fucking disease
You're preaching to the choir sugar
Cantus ave me, get on your knees
Hail
We are the gods of the new ways
Hail me!
Blessing the throat never taught you anything
Hail
We are the sound that will keep you down
Hail me!
This is the church of infected love
Hail
We are the gods of the new ways
Hail me!
Blessing the throat never taught you anything
Hail
We are the sound that will keep you down
Hail me!
This is the church of infected love
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Stephen Dabner, Niki Jones, Peter Geoffrey Nightingale
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