| Song | Hemorrhage |
| Artist | My Ruin |
| Album | A Pray Under Pressure of Violent Anguish |
| i stick my finger down your throat explore my thoughts of murder a journey through the human heart dark places filled with terror obsession lets me have my way devotion makes you stay this mercy seat you imitate won抰 let you get away in praise of him i pray in praise of him i save in praise of him i give myself away come kiss away my honesty exploit me with your pain learn to love this monster you created in your name confession lets you face your fear redemption leaves a stain the thought of me makes you so sick there抯 nothing left to hate in praise of him i pray in praise of him i save in praise of him i give myself away again in praise of him i抳e prayed in praise of him i抦 saved in praise of him i gave myself away a different sort of suffering i practise what i preach aromatherapeutic death can you smell me speak if violence is religion then everyone抯 a star it doesn抰 matter what you抳e done only who you are who you are who you are underneath the hollywood cross underneath this holy wood cross my lover let me tie you down hold your heart my hostage i promise after i am through your skin will still taste salted my mouth is not your enemy my lips are not your friend if we were still together i would torture you again in praise of him i pray in praise of him i save in praise of him i give myself away in praise of him i抳e prayed in praise of him i抦 saved in praise of him i hate myself today you never know what you will find until you look inside i never knew what i would find and then i looked inside let me torture you again torture you my friend let me torture you again torture you my friend let me torture you again like you torture me my friend let me torture you again torture you my friend it never ends |
| i stick my finger down your throat explore my thoughts of murder a journey through the human heart dark places filled with terror obsession lets me have my way devotion makes you stay this mercy seat you imitate won yāng let you get away in praise of him i pray in praise of him i save in praise of him i give myself away come kiss away my honesty exploit me with your pain learn to love this monster you created in your name confession lets you face your fear redemption leaves a stain the thought of me makes you so sick there zhā nothing left to hate in praise of him i pray in praise of him i save in praise of him i give myself away again in praise of him i nǐ e prayed in praise of him i bǐng saved in praise of him i gave myself away a different sort of suffering i practise what i preach aromatherapeutic death can you smell me speak if violence is religion then everyone zhā a star it doesn yāng matter what you nǐ e done only who you are who you are who you are underneath the hollywood cross underneath this holy wood cross my lover let me tie you down hold your heart my hostage i promise after i am through your skin will still taste salted my mouth is not your enemy my lips are not your friend if we were still together i would torture you again in praise of him i pray in praise of him i save in praise of him i give myself away in praise of him i nǐ e prayed in praise of him i bǐng saved in praise of him i hate myself today you never know what you will find until you look inside i never knew what i would find and then i looked inside let me torture you again torture you my friend let me torture you again torture you my friend let me torture you again like you torture me my friend let me torture you again torture you my friend it never ends |