They always think it's about the knife
It's not
It's about the sound they make right after
I stripped him naked 'cause I could
Watched his faith rot out like wood
Whispered carols into his skin
Then broke his jaw to let God in
Stuffed the scripture down his throat
Hung him high with corded rope
Blood on my hands, piss on my boots
I stomped on his skull and licked up the soup
Sinners get cinnamon
Sugar for the scarred
Lick the wound! Split the skin
Open wide and
TAKE ME IN
Oh he's sweet and red and hot and dead
He said "I'm scared", "I said Good"
Drove the blade in like firewood
Cracked him open like Christmas bark
Watched him twitch in the candied dark
Sinners get cinnamon
Sugar for the scarred
Lick the wound, split the skin
Open wide and
TAKE ME IN