Die on the Vine

I built a temple to the god of pretty things and set your place at the table that I laid

I lit a fire to burn my offerings and I prayed, oh how I prayed

So you cried, that's the price that you paid for my faith

Said you'd try, that you'd try to be worthy of praise

I said, I'll offer all that you ask of me

As long as you know what my devotion means

A season of grieving, Autumn came and went and disappeared, like smoke into the night

And in the winter of my discontent, I kept warm in a violet light

I said, this worship is certain to lose me my mind

Hedging my bets just to make you all mine