My Sanctuary (Spent Sperm Mix)

Doubting
Trying
Not to look at the face of the man who is dying
Look for the face of the man who is lying
The ambler gambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home I cannot seek
He knows the pain, its special place
I know its look, I know your face

White silver draws black lines
Bright whites, the killing kind
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Two blacks don’t make a white
Devotion isn’t what it seems
The broker of my broken dreams
Hell is all that I see
My cell is my sanctuary

There’s a black space where my soul should be
A gaping wound where my heart could be
I feel so low, I feel like Christ
I see my head is turning white
The knuckles twisted raw
And I’m so empty and there’s no respite
You prey together on the small
Hell-vision shows it every night

White silver draws black lines
Bright whites, the killing kind
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Two blacks don’t make a white
Devotion isn’t what it seems
The broker of my broken dreams
Hell is all that I see
My cell is my sanctuary

There’s a black space where my soul should be
A gaping wound where my heart could be
I feel so low, I feel like Christ
I see my head is turning white
The knuckles twisted raw
And I’m so empty and there’s no respite
You prey together on the small
Hell-vision shows it every night

White silver draws black lines
Bright whites, the killing kind
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Two blacks don’t make a white
Devotion isn’t what it seems
The broker of my broken dreams
Hell is all that I see
My cell is my sanctuary
My sanctuary (Sanctuary!)
My sanctuary (Sanctuary!)
My sanctuary (Sanctuary!)

There’s a black space where my soul should be
A gaping wound where my heart could be
I feel so low, I feel like Christ
I see my head is turning white
The knuckles twisted raw
And I’m so empty and there’s no respite
You prey together on the small
Hell-vision shows it every night
The ambler gambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home, I cannot seek
He knows the pain, its special place
I know its look, I know your face