mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme mmm...gimme you call that hard? mmm...gimme you call this cold? mmm...gimme that's nothing come on come on come on come on come on come on...
I built this shrine for you.
Object of my obssesion,
object of no confession.
In this pantheon,
I am surrounded by you, my idol.
No word was ever spoken.
Make me believe again I've built a life out of sacrifice And its a temple to waste A place where I hide The fractions of daylight I thought would survive Tell me the truth again I have nothing to say...