Its like being in love you rob your own mind and defile your bed   You ignore the fate of the players who both end up dead   And you pretend for us and you pretend for them   This fairytale will make them jealous of you      But its not the kind, the kind you talked about   And its just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind      She is feeding you and you lie with her   And for the first time your right arm becomes useful   As you sin with it you wanna cut it off, but instead you thank god for all of the wrong you do.      But its not the kind, the kind you talked about   And its just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind      She is feeding you and you lie with her   And for the first time your right arm becomes useful   As you sin with it you wanna cut it off but instead you thank god for all of the wrong you do.      You cut the cord today with God's hand to hold yours steady   He waits for you to apply the pressure   The warmth of His breath wrapped in His words   As He repeats His Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth   And its just the kind the kind you talked about and its just the kind   That clothes your mind with Christ   He is feeding you and you know the truth and I pray this is the last song I will sing to you   I'm sorry Father, I'm sorry sister, I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry everybody.