The little touch of your hands
It burns a hole right through my skull
Right through my skull
I'm never angry, never mad
But I let the sadness eat through my bones
Until I'm dull
You, you wanna be
My personal Jesus
But you're just full of shit
Cuz you'd never bleed for us
This dangerous look in your eye
It craves, it wants somebody else
Somebody else
I'm never angry, never mad
Oh did my emotions just disappear?
Were they never there?
You, you wanna be
My personal Jesus
(Crucify me, crucify me)
But you're just full of shit
Cuz you'd never bleed for us
(You'll never bleed for us)
You, you wanna be
My personal Jesus
