Passion's Killing Floor – H.I.M.

It’s poetry carved in flesh
It’s beautiful hell with us.
To the deadly sin we confess
(And tears of joy fill our eyes)

We are safe with this bigotries
My out there prophecies of doom

My heart’s a graveyard baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion’s killing floor
In my arms you wont sleep safely
And of lust we are re-born.
On our passion’s killing floor.

At the first kiss the seeds
of hatred are sown
Back into darkness we flee
To tear our hearts out.

We are saved where all fates fail
The light inside of our tomb.

My heart’s a graveyard baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion’s killing floor
In my arms you wont sleep safely
And of lust we are re-born.
On our passion’s killing floor

My heart’s a graveyard baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion’s killing floor
In my arms you wont sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion’s killing floor

(My heart’s a graveyard baby)
Ooohhh my heart’s a graveyard baby
On our passion’s killing floor
(In my arms you wont sleep safely)
And to evil we make love
On our passion’s killing floor
Forever more.
These lies.