Midnight Society

I'm about as holy as a bullet riddled body is

I'm crooked, i'm bent, been left for dead

And i'm malcontent

With the fact that i'm feeling fine

Aside from my blackened lungs and misshapen spine

I gave myself to the night

And if you come to me in search of faith

You will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint

We've polluted our own

We reap what we sow

And nothing can save our souls

Do we want it? no

Do we need it? no

Do we believe it?

Are we compelled to care for love

To find a love we know nothing of?

We gave ourselves to the night

We gave ourselves to the night

I believe in sin cause sin believes in me

It carries my head on a stick and worships it

How can i forgive when i'm up to my neck in this?

You better repent

You've carved yourself a witch

You've carved yourself a witch

Come on, come give yourselves to the night

Come on, give yourselves to the night

Do we want it? no

Do we need it? no

Do we believe it?

Are we compelled to care for love

To find a love we know nothing of?

We gave ourselves to the night

You will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint

You will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint