Hysterical Paroxysm Letra

isolated until

its time for her to put on that cheap

plastic, pornographic performance

and with a flick of her wrist

she tells me that this is all there is

dear girl, how can you be so sure?



her body is a temple

but i can't wait to see the holy of holies

and whisper divine names

her body is a temple

but i can't wait to drink from the cup

that held the blood of christ



she says she needs a drink

and i tell her i can offer her more

i tell her of the satisfaction

she reminds me that she's still a whore

she could understand

but she's not listening

she can't hear me tell her

faith is not her friend



the moon is hers to taste

if she wants it

and anything else that she can name

is hers to take

a true hysterical paroxysm

but she's content with the ones she can fake