Here in the Throat

Here In The Throat -My Dying Bride

I need him

To wash me of my sin

To take me from this place

To heal me of my wounds

I need him

To clean your mark off me

To wipe you from my eyes

To strike you from my heart

I need him

I know

Not what

I do

Or say

But I

Do what

I say

And believe

You need him

To take you from this place

To heal you from your wounds

You need him

To clean my mark off you

To wipe me from your eyes

To strike me from your heart

You need him

You need him

You are

Nothing

To me

Anymore

I hope

I mean

Nothing

To you

I want a place to hide

Somewhere far

From your side

There is no stopping you

There's nothing you won't do

You're killing for your god

The stench

That you have trod

The world is black to you

Until you slay me too

I'm wasted under you

I meant nothing at all

Thank god I wasted you

No longer will I fall

I will live again

Your grasp on me has gone

Your downfall and your end

At last my peace has come

Before

I end

Let me

Tell you

Never

Lay down

For anyone

At all