The Blood Flowed Like Wine

I'm not one of the faithful

I've only come for your wine

And I'd give my soul

For an endless cup

Show me where to sign

The preacher grew horns

His head like a goat

He passed me the cup

And the wine flowed like blood

As it poured down my throat

For your mortal soul

This cup that never goes empty

I slaughter the flock

And the blood flowed like wine

And I slash my own neck

Into a crooked smile

From ear to ear

Down my chest

And the blood flowed like wine

Until I was dry

Well, the joke is on you

I've seen all of my life

I've lied

And robbed and cheated

And butchered my wife

So I'll drink from this cup

And soon I'll be lit

But the wine flowed like blood

Through the hole

That I cut in my neck

I've reaped what I sowed

So this is my lot

And I'm given the curse

Of an unbending thirst

But can't quench my desire

So the joke is on me

The emptiness is mine

My body's a cup

That can't hold a soul

A wither old fire

And the blood flow through the aisles of the church

And the souls filled the steeple

They opened the doors

And the blood flowed like wine

From all the dead people