Your Body, My Temple (Song) Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
Amen! I am only a man, howling at your face in the moon.
Hot damn! But no holy man, kneeling in the stained-glass tomb.
As all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do, aw what the hell can I do to have a little more heaven with you?
Hot damn, you all a part of my plan, cataclysmic Catechism catch-22.
Your body, my temple, baby. Your body, my temple.
So when the cattle fall dead and the waters run red
I'll be your lamb's blood on the wall
God isn't dead, but that's exactly what I've been dreadin'
After all the meek inherited fuck all.
Jesus Christ, I will die for my own damn sins, if you help those who help themselves.
My superstitions, your visage, my visions.
Furtherin' the fever of your fervor, for believin'. I will.
Your body, my temple, baby. Your body, my temple.
I'll be your blessing in disguise, whip the mask off my good side.
I'm all stripped down naked for you but still asking you to loosen up my buttons, baby.
You got my whole world in your hands, got that little blue spot, and you really ain't got no idea how much this thing orbits you, now, do you honey?
Please relieve me of my dreaming, I'm kneeling, begging, pleading, for my savory-sweet release of death.
Oh, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, so I can taste your name on my final breath.
Your body, my temple, baby. Your body, my temple.
Am I supposed to call this flagellation?
Trade confessions for questions, just us second guessing, I guess, now am I
missing the message? Its essence goes over my head
like a halo. Like a halo.
Like a halo.
The wine in my veins fermenting my brain.
My body, my bread, they're all gonna rise again.
So be my golden calf life a fresh cut of veal,
after all we're both dead meat.
My forbidden honeydew, honey do you need a hot meal?
Just save me half. Yeah, I could eat.
Your body, my temple, baby. Your body, my temple, baby.