Interpret:

My Dying Bride

Album:

Like Gods Of The Sun

I need him 
To wash me of my sin 
To take me from this place 
To heal me of my wounds 
I need him 
To clean your mark off me 
To wipe you from my eyes 
To strike you from my heart 
I need him 


I know, not what, I do or say 
But I, do what, I say and believe 


You need him 
To take you from this place 
To heal you from your wounds 
You need him 
To clean my mark off you 
To wipe me from your eyes 
To strike me from your heart 
You need him 


You are, nothing to me, anymore 
I hope, I mean, nothing to you 


I want a place to hide, somewhere far from your side 
There is no stopping you, there's nothing you won't do 
You're killing for your God, the stench that you 
have trod 
The world is black to you, until you slay me too 


I'm wasted under you, I meant nothing at all 
Thank God I wasted you, no longer will I fall 


I will live again 
your grasp on me has gone 
your downfall and your end 
At last my peace has come 


Before I end let me tell you 
Never lay down for anyone at all