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   remember the song hozier(lyrics below).she was a treasure hunter.she   
   was seeking trophys, i was her trophy cause i was floating high   
   i was her food before bleeding for her and she wanted to keep it that   
   way   
      
   My lover's got humour   
   She's the giggle at a funeral   
   Knows everybody's disapproval   
   I should've worshipped her sooner   
      
   If the heavens ever did speak   
   She is the last true mouthpiece   
   Every Sunday's getting more bleak   
   A fresh poison each week   
      
   We were born sick   
   You heard them say it   
      
   My church offers no absolutions   
   She tells me: Worship in the bedroom   
   The only heaven I'll be sent to   
   Is when I'm alone with you   
      
   I was born sick, but I love it   
   Command me to be well   
   Ah, amen, amen, amen   
      
   Take me to church   
   I shall worship like a dog   
   At the shrine of your lies   
   I'll tell you my sins   
   So you can sharpen your knife   
   Offer me that deathless death   
   Good God, let me give you my life   
      
   Take me to church   
   I shall worship like a dog   
   At the shrine of your lies   
   I'll tell you my sins   
   So you can sharpen your knife   
   Offer me that deathless death   
   Good God, let me give you my life   
      
   If I'm a pagan of the good times   
   My lover is the sunlight   
   To keep the goddess on my side   
   She demands a sacrifice   
   Drain the whole sea, get something shiny   
      
   Something meaty for the main course   
   That's a fine looking high horse   
   What you got in the stable?   
   We've a lot of starving faithful   
   That looks tasty, that looks plenty   
   This is hungry work   
      
   Take me to church   
   I shall worship like a dog   
   At the shrine of your lies   
   I'll tell you my sins   
   So you can sharpen your knife   
   Offer me my deathless death   
   Good God, let me give you my life   
      
   Take me to church   
   I shall worship like a dog   
   At the shrine of your lies   
   I'll tell you my sins   
   So you can sharpen your knife   
   Offer me my deathless death   
   Good God, let me give you my life   
      
   No masters or kings   
   When the ritual begins   
   There is no sweeter innocence   
   Than our gentle sin   
      
   In the madness and soil   
   Of that sad earthly scene   
   Only then I am human   
   Only then I am clean, oh, oh   
   Amen, amen, amen   
      
   Take me to church   
   I shall worship like a dog   
   At the shrine of your lies   
   I'll tell you my sins   
   So you can sharpen your knife   
   Offer me that deathless death   
   Good God, let me give you my life   
      
   Take me to church   
   I shall worship like a dog   
   At the shrine of your lies   
   I'll tell you my sins   
   So you can sharpen your knife   
   Offer me that deathless death   
   Good God, let me give you my life   
      
   --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)