roses that you bring
give to one another
I don't know why

they're dying for your love

in love we sacrifice them

how morbid, how morbid
and now our graves surround them
how morbid, how morbid


the cross that killed the man
nails driven into his hand

cried to the sky
am I dying for your love?


now you kiss
your rosary, your crucifix
justify a murder

you really like to bleed your martyr

in love we sanctify them

how morbid, how morbid
and now our graves surround them
how morbid, how morbid


in love we sacrifice them
how morbid, how morbid

and now our graves surround them
how morbid, how morbid