Blood of the Lamb

Hunger is an illusion on the dining table
In this ancient ritual, the pleasure is mutual
Taste my throat when I sing this song
A song of desire
It begins and ends with you

And your mama doesn't know just where you went
When you came late at night to see me
And I give you my all
My skin to my bones
Let me complete you
And I'll be complete too

The blood of the lamb is fresh
Drink it down like wine
I'll eat your body like bread
Whilst I call you mind
Devour like it's our last time together
Feeding this hunger we have for each other
Cause that's what bad boys do
That's what bad boys fight

And I know it hurts me but what doesn't
When the lights are low at the sight of judgment
I've never felt this way before

And your daddy hates me but he doesn't know it yet
Once he figures it out he'll beat me up to death
He screams "You're the devil"
And cut down my wings
But baby, you didn't say a thing

The blood of the lamb is fresh
Drink it down like wine
I'll eat your body like bread
Whilst I call you mind
Devour like it's our last time together
Feeding this hunger we have for each other
Playful pillow fights, sleeping late at night
Cause that's what bad boys do
That's what bad boys fight